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My grandma was exceptionally skilled at throwing her slippers at you from a distance...she never missed 
I think it's called angry woman aim. I can't throw something at the broad side of a barn and hit it but if I'm mad I can hit pretty much anything with whatever is at hand.My grandma was exceptionally skilled at throwing her slippers at you from a distance...she never missed
My parents would hit me with anything nearby, so i have variously been belted with coathangers, belts, slippers, toys and so on.
i'll not add the usual 'and look how i turned out, it did me no harm', because you all know me!
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i'll not add the usual 'and look how i turned out, it did me no harm', because you all know me!
T
I guess we can reassure ourselves then .. . .
that your present-day behavior was paid for in advance.
that your present-day behavior was paid for in advance.
I guess we can reassure ourselves then .. . .
that your present-day behavior was paid for in advance.
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My dads weapon of choice was a switch, usually one I had to go cut myself
God forbid I came back with anything too small or too brittle, I got it twice as bad then
My grandmother was like a ninja with a wooden spoon.
I guess we can reassure ourselves then .. . .
that your present-day behavior was paid for in advance.
I'm sure I earned far more than I actually got, there's things I've just recently (at 48) gotten around to telling him about (statute of limitations and all).
My father had the longest thinnest belt in history and was a real Indian Jones with it. I am fully convinced however that I would not be alive to tell you this had he not used it when appropriate.
My dads weapon of choice was a switch, usually one I had to go cut myself
God forbid I came back with anything too small or too brittle, I got it twice as bad then
My grandmother was like a ninja with a wooden spoon.
I'm sure I earned far more than I actually got, there's things I've just recently (at 48) gotten around to telling him about (statute of limitations and all).
You had to go and cut it yourself? [emoji15]
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Man...the memories one gets upon seeing a pair of slippers [emoji52]
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Yup
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Well.. considering that my dad took me to the police station when I was 14 and asked the Sherrif to lock me up because I spent the night at a friend's place without telling him
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Mom had metal folding and wooden chairs.
I had a face.
And when we couldn't afford new chairs, mom put my face through the wall capoeira style.
Yes.
Jumping off the table, grabbing my throat and using her bodies momentum in a surprise attack.
She was a tough little 5'2" Marine that refused to lose.
We called her Ma Dukes or simply "Sarge" for about a decade.
One day I'll tell you about the time the cops and I showed up at the door at nearly the same time to see her standing over my sister hog tied and face down on the kitchen floor.
Ah, the good old days. [emoji38]
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I had a face.
And when we couldn't afford new chairs, mom put my face through the wall capoeira style.
Yes.
Jumping off the table, grabbing my throat and using her bodies momentum in a surprise attack.
She was a tough little 5'2" Marine that refused to lose.
We called her Ma Dukes or simply "Sarge" for about a decade.
One day I'll tell you about the time the cops and I showed up at the door at nearly the same time to see her standing over my sister hog tied and face down on the kitchen floor.
Ah, the good old days. [emoji38]
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