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Post by Stan's Field on Sept 18, 2014 18:46:21 GMT -6
Does anybody have some good "when I was a kid I got beat.." Stories? My mom used to get mad and chase me around with a fly swatter. I was too fast tho and she couldn't catch me. So then after a while she'd just laugh and stop. She also stopped the station wagon on the highway in the middle of Missouri because she was going to make me walk. She chased me around the car until she got tired and my sisters were crying to let me back in. That was also fun. Nofakingway......................... You too? My mom used to threaten to pull the car over and kick me out all the time. Once I fucking smarted off, go figure, and said "oh no you wont" and she fucking slammed on the brakes and tried peeling me out of the back seat. My sister started balling. It was pretty fucking funny after the whole "ohmyfuckinggawd this woman's gonna do it" wore off.....
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Post by thunderhawk on Sept 18, 2014 19:29:57 GMT -6
My mom used to get mad and chase me around with a fly swatter. I was too fast tho and she couldn't catch me. So then after a while she'd just laugh and stop. She also stopped the station wagon on the highway in the middle of Missouri because she was going to make me walk. She chased me around the car until she got tired and my sisters were crying to let me back in. That was also fun. Nofakingway......................... You too? My mom used to threaten to pull the car over and kick me out all the time. Once I fucking smarted off, go figure, and said "oh no you wont" and she fucking slammed on the brakes and tried peeling me out of the back seat. My sister started balling. It was pretty fucking funny after the whole "ohmyfuckinggawd this woman's gonna do it" wore off..... My dad dropped me and my bro on the shoulder of I35 south of DM and drove down the road about fitty feet. The other kids freaked. We were literally in a fist fight in the van, it was deserved. The fight continued on the shoulder. We were not deterred.
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Post by egadsto on Sept 18, 2014 19:54:30 GMT -6
Does anybody have some good "when I was a kid I got beat.." Stories? You mean by parents or nuns?
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Post by NOTTHOR on Sept 18, 2014 20:01:25 GMT -6
Nofakingway......................... You too? My mom used to threaten to pull the car over and kick me out all the time. Once I fucking smarted off, go figure, and said "oh no you wont" and she fucking slammed on the brakes and tried peeling me out of the back seat. My sister started balling. It was pretty fucking funny after the whole "ohmyfuckinggawd this woman's gonna do it" wore off..... My dad dropped me and my bro on the shoulder of I35 south of DM and drove down the road about fitty feet. The other kids freaked. We were literally in a fist fight in the van, it was deserved. The fight continued on the shoulder. We were not deterred. I'm calling bullshit here. We all know that had you really been in a fist fight, you would have killed your brother and once the government caught wind of how powerful your hands were, you would have been institutionalized for life.
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Post by Other on Sept 18, 2014 20:27:32 GMT -6
Does anybody have some good "when I was a kid I got beat.." Stories? My grandmother spanked me once, I have no idea why. All I learned from that experience was that I was faster than her and that she couldn't spank me if she couldn't catch me.
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Post by thunderhawk on Sept 18, 2014 20:37:36 GMT -6
My dad dropped me and my bro on the shoulder of I35 south of DM and drove down the road about fitty feet. The other kids freaked. We were literally in a fist fight in the van, it was deserved. The fight continued on the shoulder. We were not deterred. I'm calling bullshit here. We all know that had you really been in a fist fight, you would have killed your brother and once the government caught wind of how powerful your hands were, you would have been institutionalized for life. I wasn't hitting him to kill him. I was hitting him to hurt him.
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Post by livingintheusa on Sept 18, 2014 20:42:29 GMT -6
Yeah, Iowa's season is complete if they piss pound ISU. Jesus. Say that to yourself. Thanks for your advice. I have said. "Jesus. Say that yourself." And have come up with Hawks to cover.
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Post by twinlaker on Sept 18, 2014 21:09:37 GMT -6
Does anybody have some good "when I was a kid I got beat.." Stories? I'll lie down on your analysts' couch and share a couple stories that aren't exactly "good." I started school in a small parochial school. The principal was an old jowl-ly fellow with a loud, basso voice and mean narrow eyes that pierced you through old wire rim classes. Adding to his strict personna was the fact he Often wore white shirts, a gray jacket and a bow tie. In addition to serving as principal, Mr. H taught eighth grade and was the school's music director. The school involved all students, including kindergarteners, in a school musical. One of my earliest memories was sitting in the school gym with all the other classes for music practice with Mr. H. On several occasions, when the kindergarteners weren't singing loud or clear enough, old Mr. H threatened to put hot tar in our mouths. Needless to say, that scared most of us shitless. But we did sing louder. A couple times we also were threatened with being taken up stairs and put through Mr. H's "spanking machine" if we didn't behave. Again, when you're only 4 or 5 years old, you picture some large mysterious metal contraption into which naughty boys and girls are inserted for their punishment. Good times. Wow tweets.....was that in FD?
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Post by egadsto on Sept 18, 2014 21:11:26 GMT -6
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Post by #70 on Sept 18, 2014 21:18:00 GMT -6
Yeah, Iowa's season is complete if they piss pound ISU. Jesus. Say that to yourself. Thanks for your advice. I have said. "Jesus. Say that yourself." And have come up with Hawks to cover. You shouldn't have come up with that.
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Post by #70 on Sept 19, 2014 6:24:11 GMT -6
Does anybody have some good "when I was a kid I got beat.." Stories? I'll lie down on your analysts' couch and share a couple stories that aren't exactly "good." I started school in a small parochial school. The principal was an old jowl-ly fellow with a loud, basso voice and mean narrow eyes that pierced you through old wire rim classes. Adding to his strict personna was the fact he Often wore white shirts, a gray jacket and a bow tie. In addition to serving as principal, Mr. H taught eighth grade and was the school's music director. The school involved all students, including kindergarteners, in a school musical. One of my earliest memories was sitting in the school gym with all the other classes for music practice with Mr. H. On several occasions, when the kindergarteners weren't singing loud or clear enough, old Mr. H threatened to put hot tar in our mouths. Needless to say, that scared most of us shitless. But we did sing louder. A couple times we also were threatened with being taken up stairs and put through Mr. H's "spanking machine" if we didn't behave. Again, when you're only 4 or 5 years old, you picture some large mysterious metal contraption into which naughty boys and girls are inserted for their punishment. Good times. Threats? Uhhhhhhhhhhh
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Post by Ginger on Sept 19, 2014 6:46:31 GMT -6
I'll lie down on your analysts' couch and share a couple stories that aren't exactly "good." I started school in a small parochial school. The principal was an old jowl-ly fellow with a loud, basso voice and mean narrow eyes that pierced you through old wire rim classes. Adding to his strict personna was the fact he Often wore white shirts, a gray jacket and a bow tie. In addition to serving as principal, Mr. H taught eighth grade and was the school's music director. The school involved all students, including kindergarteners, in a school musical. One of my earliest memories was sitting in the school gym with all the other classes for music practice with Mr. H. On several occasions, when the kindergarteners weren't singing loud or clear enough, old Mr. H threatened to put hot tar in our mouths. Needless to say, that scared most of us shitless. But we did sing louder. A couple times we also were threatened with being taken up stairs and put through Mr. H's "spanking machine" if we didn't behave. Again, when you're only 4 or 5 years old, you picture some large mysterious metal contraption into which naughty boys and girls are inserted for their punishment. Good times. Threats? Uhhhhhhhhhhh No shit...just the threat of tar in the mouth but no follow through?
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Post by #70 on Sept 19, 2014 7:42:38 GMT -6
Derrrr one time this guy threatened to shoot me.
Derrrrrr
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Post by #70 on Sept 19, 2014 8:12:48 GMT -6
Derrrr one time this guy threatened to shoot me. Derrrrrr What would it cost to have him come back to finish the job? Maybe a threat of hot tar or a huge spanking contraption.
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Post by A boy named Sioux on Sept 19, 2014 8:47:24 GMT -6
Wow tweets.....was that in FD? Yep. Was music class before or after naked swimming?
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Post by Earl Slick on Sept 19, 2014 9:22:58 GMT -6
Yeah, Iowa's season is complete if they piss pound ISU. Jesus. Say that to yourself. Thanks for your advice. I have said. "Jesus. Say that yourself." And have come up with Hawks to cover. Had you followed directions you would've simply said "Jesus."
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Post by Ginger on Sept 19, 2014 10:19:29 GMT -6
You know I thought the older guys here would have lots of beat down stories...
My mom would occasionally come after us with a wet wash rag...guess she was doing dishes or something. That stings. She was also good at the behind the arm hard pinch. We'd be acting up in church and she'd reach over and pinch really hard. That hurt. You didn't dare cry out.
My dad had/has a bad temper. His implement of choice was the belt. After a few whippings by those all he had to do was take it off and start snapping it and we'd fall in line. He was also pro at hitting you with his hands. I remember get smacked in the face when I was four in a case of mistaken car slapping. He was driving and my sisters were fighting as usual and it was the ol' "keep your eyes on the road and reach back and slap whoever you could reach" trick. I got a bloody nose out of it and it ruined my favorite shirt and shorts. Another time he hit me in the face. I was maybe 10. He was working the night shift and my mom was trying to keep us quiet so he could sleep. I was outside playing barbies with friends. Unbeknownst to me my sisters were fighting again and it woke up my dad. I had just come in to get some water and I was the first kid he saw when he stormed out of the bedroom. BAM! Right in the face. He apologized later as he had meant it for one of the other kids. Then when I was in eight grade I was trying to do some algebra and geometry and having difficulties with the concepts. He tried explaining but I was tired and crying. He picked me up and threw me on the floor. I fucking hate triangles to this day.
He's calmed down a little as he's gotten older.
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Post by A boy named Sioux on Sept 19, 2014 10:33:12 GMT -6
I think dunder or btr could help get your dad locked up Red. Could save you a bunch in elder care expenses.
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Post by thunderhawk on Sept 19, 2014 10:38:33 GMT -6
I think dunder or btr could help get your dad locked up Red. Could save you a bunch in elder care expenses. Not a half bad idea
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Post by A boy named Sioux on Sept 19, 2014 10:41:05 GMT -6
I know right? In a few years, i am going to frame my mom for robbing a bank.
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Post by Earl Slick on Sept 19, 2014 10:57:04 GMT -6
Once in 9th grade shop class me and two of my classmates snuck upstairs into the gym and pushed the trampoline to the edge of the basketball court and jumped onto it from the balcony. Our shop teacher caught us and made us wait in the drafting room. He returned with a large homemade swatting paddle. This guy must've weighed close to 300 lbs. while we were skinny little brats. He had us grab our ankles, then he would plant his feet like a batter, take a few warm up swings and then hit so hard the swatee was propelled forward. The worst part was the fact that I was the last one to get swatted so I had to watch the other two get punished first. Later that month I got my revenge by spreading word that after lunch nobody go to class and instead just hang out in the halls. It was a fantastic success, one teacher flipped out and pushed a student down right In front of me. Trolololol, those stupid teachers didn't know who they we're messing with.
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Post by Ginger on Sept 19, 2014 11:01:17 GMT -6
I think dunder or btr could help get your dad locked up Red. Could save you a bunch in elder care expenses. I don't have any wish to lock him up. I've never ever hated him for that. My dad worked hard all his life and did the best he knew how. He was married by 20 and in 6 years he had 4 kids. Despite what it sounds like, my dad would do anything for his kids and grandkids, even today. It did make me think that I would raise my kids different and I have. I think if he had it to do over again he'd do it different. Elder care won't be an issue. He has COPD and CHF pretty bad and most likely won't live another year, as a simple respiratory virus will take him out.
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Post by twinlaker on Sept 19, 2014 11:32:05 GMT -6
Was music class before or after naked swimming? Teh nekked swimming came seven years later. And, yes, Ginger, anything wet snapped hurts like hell if you're hit wif teh snap point. Mr. LaFolette the gym teacher couldn't be everywhere at once and frequently the ne'er-do-wells in gym or nekked swimming class would use their wet towels to snap each other or frequently underclass men. Fort Dodge -- The Best Hometown Ever. Coach LaFolette could proly still take us to the mat, Tweets.... and I don't mean in a Pin2Win way! And that naked swimming was a real ego boost for many a 13 year old boy!
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Post by Earl Slick on Sept 19, 2014 11:49:01 GMT -6
I can't believe one of the activities in nekked swimming class was water polo. I don't 'member even having nets. I think the goal was to pin the ball in the drainage trough on the opponents' end. So you had 7th, 8th and 9th grade nekked boys piling into each other trying to either pin or protect the ball while others were piling on trying to dislodge it. Nothing ghey about it.
#notthattheresanythingwrongwifdat The only thing gheyer would've been nude wrestling.
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Post by Ginger on Sept 19, 2014 12:09:09 GMT -6
What WAS the deal with swimming naked for boys, anyway? They didn't make suits? Or the gym teachers were pedo's?
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