My grandma had damn near crippling arththtis and bad shakes, but let me mouth out. That hand would move and hit like she opened the 5th gate.
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My grandma had damn near crippling arththtis and bad shakes, but let me mouth out. That hand would move and hit like she opened the 5th gate.
The Insane Dufresne
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You all were some bad ass kids......
Maybe he wants to buy you rims or a new car
#simptactics
I won't lie. I got my ass whooped too....lol
Maybe he wants to buy you rims or a new car
#simptactics
Professor Beef
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My dad got the "go find a switch" punishment too. If that shit broke, then he had to go get a stronger one. My grandma didn't play back then.
I think the worst whoopin' I ever got was when I got suspended on the last day of 8th grade. I was on academic probation (due to being late too many times) around the time when the entire 8th grade class was allowed to go on a trip to Great America. So after a week or two of being on probation, I went straight to the Assistant Principal and asked her "is there anything that would prevent me from going on the trip? I'm not in trouble or anything?" She said no, so I went.
The following Monday I get called into the office and I'm told that I wasn't allowed to go, therefore I'm suspended and can't go on stage later that day (still graduated though). I snapped at her and reminded her that she said nothing was stopping me from going and she played stupid, so I went home. I'm watching TV, and my mom kicks open the door to my room like the damn SWAT Team and starts beating the fuck out of me like I'm the car in Street Fighter 2. Ripped my favorite shirt at the time too, all the while yelling "HOW DO YOU FUCK UP SO BADLY? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" I tried explaining to her what happened, but she was in that state of rage where anything you say just gets her angrier. When she was done, she left and went back to work since she was on her lunch break. :lol
A couple hours later, her boyfriend at the time came home and asked what happened. I told him everything, including the beatdown, and he promised to relay everything to her. When mom got home from work, she apologized, then called the school to find out what was up, but the assistant principal never called back so my mom referred to her as "the bitch" from then on.
I think the worst whoopin' I ever got was when I got suspended on the last day of 8th grade. I was on academic probation (due to being late too many times) around the time when the entire 8th grade class was allowed to go on a trip to Great America. So after a week or two of being on probation, I went straight to the Assistant Principal and asked her "is there anything that would prevent me from going on the trip? I'm not in trouble or anything?" She said no, so I went.
The following Monday I get called into the office and I'm told that I wasn't allowed to go, therefore I'm suspended and can't go on stage later that day (still graduated though). I snapped at her and reminded her that she said nothing was stopping me from going and she played stupid, so I went home. I'm watching TV, and my mom kicks open the door to my room like the damn SWAT Team and starts beating the fuck out of me like I'm the car in Street Fighter 2. Ripped my favorite shirt at the time too, all the while yelling "HOW DO YOU FUCK UP SO BADLY? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" I tried explaining to her what happened, but she was in that state of rage where anything you say just gets her angrier. When she was done, she left and went back to work since she was on her lunch break. :lol
A couple hours later, her boyfriend at the time came home and asked what happened. I told him everything, including the beatdown, and he promised to relay everything to her. When mom got home from work, she apologized, then called the school to find out what was up, but the assistant principal never called back so my mom referred to her as "the bitch" from then on.
magnificent83
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I'm cracking up over here. It was pretty much the same for me growing except no hands were laid on me and my brothers. It was all canes, belts and rattan. Unfortunately, I went to a Catholic school where the teachers were vicious. To be fair, all the schools condoned corporal punishment but my school had some teachers with creative solutions to punishing kids. The nuns were angels though. Lol
Upside of having no refuge by the time we were 10, my brother and I had become immune to the cane, but we made the mistake of showing that. That's when the punishment ratcheted up, stand in place on one leg with one on the floor 30 minutes to an hour at a time. After a couple of those and other similar punishments, I was done and got more sneaky/made sure not to get caught.
Upside of having no refuge by the time we were 10, my brother and I had become immune to the cane, but we made the mistake of showing that. That's when the punishment ratcheted up, stand in place on one leg with one on the floor 30 minutes to an hour at a time. After a couple of those and other similar punishments, I was done and got more sneaky/made sure not to get caught.
SousedLouse
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I lived with my mom until I was 10, and she never hit me once. When I saw other kids catch a beating, I thanked the lord that I'd never get it as bad as they did. I never laughed either, because I couldn't say shit when I had diplomatic immunity all over my ass.
Then I had to live with my aunt and my dad in Antigua for a few years. My aunt was nice, but she'd get the strap and whip me just to get me out of bed in the morning, like I was some sort of mule. She never hit me hard, but she used precision strikes - hit me right in the tender spots.
But when I fucked up? That's when my dad got called over, with his thick-as-hell strap.
He lived on his own, and he was always busy with something, so I would never know when he'd come to beat me. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe next week. But when he was ready, he'd meet me at the doorway; and there was no way to sneak around the perimeter of the house, so I had to meet him head on every time.
And everytime we went around back for a beating, I tried to take it like a man...and was on the ground arched in pain after the first hit. The man had some sort of secret Antiguan technique - one lick had the power of 5 strikes, and it hit deep. He'd always lay 3 across my back, and only across the back - if I tried to take it on my shoulder or he missed or something, he'd stand me on my feet and aim again. Everytime I seriously fucked up, he'd come over with that thick strap and that Antiguan technique, and I'd feel like shit afterwards - for both crying like a baby during the whole thing, and because my back would still ache afterwards.
And I fucked up a lot, because I had a bad case of culture shock, so we did this dance a lot. So much so that I built up a tolerance towards the beatings. I'd still scream, but I'd do it on my feet. I even started taunting him after a while, which earned me more licks; but at that point I figured, "If I'm catching hell for something I can't even manage, I might as well make him as angry as I am".
Then, one day, he missed on the followthrough, and the end of his strap snapped back and nailed me in the eye. I spun around and started staggering back, clutching the right side of my face. He tried to settle me down, but I ended up falling back and knocked over the rain tank next to the house. About a month's worth of rainwater went into the backyard, and the barrel cracked from the fall.
He stopped beating me after that.
Goddamn, your parents are on some Nemesis shit.
Then I had to live with my aunt and my dad in Antigua for a few years. My aunt was nice, but she'd get the strap and whip me just to get me out of bed in the morning, like I was some sort of mule. She never hit me hard, but she used precision strikes - hit me right in the tender spots.
But when I fucked up? That's when my dad got called over, with his thick-as-hell strap.
He lived on his own, and he was always busy with something, so I would never know when he'd come to beat me. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe next week. But when he was ready, he'd meet me at the doorway; and there was no way to sneak around the perimeter of the house, so I had to meet him head on every time.
And everytime we went around back for a beating, I tried to take it like a man...and was on the ground arched in pain after the first hit. The man had some sort of secret Antiguan technique - one lick had the power of 5 strikes, and it hit deep. He'd always lay 3 across my back, and only across the back - if I tried to take it on my shoulder or he missed or something, he'd stand me on my feet and aim again. Everytime I seriously fucked up, he'd come over with that thick strap and that Antiguan technique, and I'd feel like shit afterwards - for both crying like a baby during the whole thing, and because my back would still ache afterwards.
And I fucked up a lot, because I had a bad case of culture shock, so we did this dance a lot. So much so that I built up a tolerance towards the beatings. I'd still scream, but I'd do it on my feet. I even started taunting him after a while, which earned me more licks; but at that point I figured, "If I'm catching hell for something I can't even manage, I might as well make him as angry as I am".
Then, one day, he missed on the followthrough, and the end of his strap snapped back and nailed me in the eye. I spun around and started staggering back, clutching the right side of my face. He tried to settle me down, but I ended up falling back and knocked over the rain tank next to the house. About a month's worth of rainwater went into the backyard, and the barrel cracked from the fall.
He stopped beating me after that.
Goddamn, your parents are on some Nemesis shit.
The Faceless Master
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i flinched just reading that! no shoes or belts involved? wow.
Like yesterday. It was the first time I'd ever even seen a kid curse in the presence of his mom.
Isn't that the origin of the whole thing? Passed from slave masters all the way through the generations?
Yea, I was 5.
The Faceless Master
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the funniest is when you KNOW you did something wrong and you try to come up with ways to avoid the incoming whooping, so you come up with a genius strategy for the first time... you just go to sleep... because they would NEVER just start the beating while you were asleep right? RIGHT? WRONG!!!
Boss Riovane
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Reading all these "war stories" reminds me of the ending of house party. Lol.
Now the big question to those who have kids....
Would you do them like your parents did you?
And anyone down for D&D let me know?
Now the big question to those who have kids....
Would you do them like your parents did you?
And anyone down for D&D let me know?
Vermillion
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That shit was confusing.
What the hell was he thinking driving with four Heat players waiting in the paint?
ViewtifulJC
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Nigga ran that down like he was trying to get in the in-zone
They choked this game, and ultimately this series
Face it Tiger..
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eh, id put that down on pop not calling an obvious timeout when they got the ball. That and Ginobli was hacked like no other when he drove down the lane. Green was also fouled hard for that last possession. Miami won with those complimentary ref calls.
Besides that though, Ginobli fucked up big time, his turnovers pretty much lost the Spurs the game.
CrazyDogg77
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Good thing I'm with my fam or there would be a permanent blue streak over all of South Carolina.
im getting skronger and skronger everyday
yall wont even be safe from my destruction irl
but but but satch I haven't done nothin
#blameDY
I was hoping that next words were going to be, but then I swung on him and we started fighting.
This is so fucking funny, ahhhhhh. So many times I've tried this shit.
MorisUkunRasik
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I just finished The Last of Us.
I need to go ly dwn
I need to go ly dwn
Did you want to save Juno? And did she ever get Jamal?
Ive only seen Knacks gameplay from the PS4 reveal, but it looked like one of the weakest showings there. I actually thought it may have been a PS3 game at first.
Why do you have that redesign as an avatar?
GotEmRunnin
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Knack is the new Voodoo Vince.
New Glory is best Glory
stay losing canuck,
This is an old articule, but have we talked about this?
Corps don't need to start planning products based on Black twitter.
http://www.thefrisky.com/2011-06-22/hallmark-made-cards-for-black-single-moms-on-fathers-day/
Corps don't need to start planning products based on Black twitter.
http://www.thefrisky.com/2011-06-22/hallmark-made-cards-for-black-single-moms-on-fathers-day/
I was thinking the same thing. Capitalism, in different ways. :/
Have you seen the Drawn Together episode where Foxy goes to find out why black people can't pass the SATs and uncovers this whole like 'distract black people from SATs' merchandising scheme?
on the one hand she's an old ass white lady from the south so i'm not surprised
on the other hand... :/
GotEmRunnin
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I can't even post in Slay's thread right now. I had to niggafy some dudes conversation at lunch a few minutes ago. He was going on about how his daughter is dating a black guy and the guy has a pretty good job at Microsoft but he complains to much about the obstacles he has to face at work for being black. Then he said:
"I get so sick of his complaining. Blacks don't have it bad anymore. He never experienced slavery, He didn't experience what his ancestors did so he can't complain."
My boy tried to stop me, but it was too late. "Hey my man, have you ever been stopped by the cops because you fit the description? Have you ever had a security guard follow you around in the store because you look like the type to steal? Have you ever been frisked longer than everyone else at a Hootie and the blowfish concert because you don't look like the type to listen to that kind of music? Ever been told by a boss you need to soften your look if you want to get a promotion? Oh you haven't? Then you have no right to speak on the black experience. Especially here in North Carolina......Now finish ya lil frosty and get way from round me"
coming from the south you know he got me pissed when I'm playing some ole negro gospel at my desk trying to calm down.
Edit- Dammit D.funk. Let me crank this Kirk Franklin up!!!
"I get so sick of his complaining. Blacks don't have it bad anymore. He never experienced slavery, He didn't experience what his ancestors did so he can't complain."
My boy tried to stop me, but it was too late. "Hey my man, have you ever been stopped by the cops because you fit the description? Have you ever had a security guard follow you around in the store because you look like the type to steal? Have you ever been frisked longer than everyone else at a Hootie and the blowfish concert because you don't look like the type to listen to that kind of music? Ever been told by a boss you need to soften your look if you want to get a promotion? Oh you haven't? Then you have no right to speak on the black experience. Especially here in North Carolina......Now finish ya lil frosty and get way from round me"
coming from the south you know he got me pissed when I'm playing some ole negro gospel at my desk trying to calm down.
Edit- Dammit D.funk. Let me crank this Kirk Franklin up!!!
Damn, you went in! I'd say it was justified, though.
We don't have it bad anymore? I beg to differ.
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/front.../by-the-numbers-childhood-poverty-in-the-u-s/
GotEmRunnin
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A few years ago I wouldn't have said anything. It's not like I haven't heard those types of conversations before around here, but man the older I get the more that type of stuff starts to piss me off.
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