Quote Originally Posted by Julio View Post
One time, I called my Mom a bitch.. shit hit the roof, She whoop'd my ass took me to the drive way, threw some uncooked rice on the ground and told me to get on my knees on top of the rice and not dare move until she thought I learned my lesson.. after 5 minutes, I was ready to commit suicide.
LMFAO!!! Worst ass whooping I got ever... hmmm. Oh I know.

I was 14 years old. My mom didn't let me do something that was OBVIOUSLY important... I mean I was 14 and GROWN, sheesh. She sent me to my room. I went to my room and I slammed the door.

"BAM" (this was a "baby" BAM ... not the real deal)

Then I thought about it to myself... "bitch I'm 14 years old - I'm grown". So I opened the door back and yelled down the hallway... "that's why one day you're gonna get old and ask to move in with me and I'm gonna say HELL naw!!!!"

<that wasn't a good idea, you could NOT curse in my house. Even saying "heck" meant that you were IMPLYING "hell" - that was just as bad as the real deal>

I intended to slam the door, but DEFINITELY not as hard as I slammed it. I let the door rip with all my might...

BOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then I heard about 1 or 2 or 8 pictures fall off the wall in the hallway and break.

<woops>

I laid across the bed. It was over...


NOT! I heard that fuckin' door creep open. I turned around JUSSSSSST in time to see my mom walking in it. As I got off the bed I saw her draw her right arm back (mind you at 14 years old I was well on my way to becoming a black-belt in JKD - my reflexes were excellent... but this bitch moved FAST - LOL).

Her drawing that arm back was the very last memory I have of childhood. My next memory since that day was when I went to Saudi Arabia. I was 21 years old and in the Air Force. LMFAO That bitch hit me so hard it put my memory in a time lapse. From that day until 21 is a fucking blur. LOL