Got the fucking belt and wooden spoon. Hot wheel tracks doubled over were pretty effective behavior modification devices too. Those motherfuckers hurt.
The Throbber's two dads and mom must have had Puerto Rican blood.
Got the fucking belt and wooden spoon. Hot wheel tracks doubled over were pretty effective behavior modification devices too. Those motherfuckers hurt.
The Throbber's two dads and mom must have had Puerto Rican blood.
The soap was for swearing.
Stand in the corner was the default
Tearing your own switch off the apple tree, surprisingly wasn’t the worst. It was Dad and his belt coming home dog tired to “Let me tell you how bad these boys have been and you need to really let them have it”
Got the fucking belt and wooden spoon. Hot wheel tracks doubled over were pretty effective behavior modification devices too. Those motherfuckers hurt.
The Throbber's two dads and mom must have had Puerto Rican blood.
The soap was for swearing.
Stand in the corner was the default
Tearing your own switch off the apple tree, surprisingly wasn’t the worst. It was Dad and his belt coming home dog tired to “Let me tell you how bad these boys have been and you need to really let them have it”
You really wanted to avoid those.
As the oldest of three boys and son of a man who worked a lot and had a thick ass belt, can confirm.
Got the fucking belt and wooden spoon. Hot wheel tracks doubled over were pretty effective behavior modification devices too. Those motherfuckers hurt.
The Throbber's two dads and mom must have had Puerto Rican blood.
Minor offenses got you hot pepper.
Then hand, spoon, belt in that order as offenses escalated. If us boys were fighting she'd come in with her trusty broom. She broke a lot of those.
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I used to have my mouth washed out with that shit, on the daily.
T’s and fucking P’s!!
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In our house it was a single unopened bar of Safeguard Soap always on display
Got the fucking belt and wooden spoon. Hot wheel tracks doubled over were pretty effective behavior modification devices too. Those motherfuckers hurt.
The Throbber's two dads and mom must have had Puerto Rican blood.
Stand in the corner was the default
Tearing your own switch off the apple tree, surprisingly wasn’t the worst. It was Dad and his belt coming home dog tired to “Let me tell you how bad these boys have been and you need to really let them have it”
You really wanted to avoid those.
Then hand, spoon, belt in that order as offenses escalated. If us boys were fighting she'd come in with her trusty broom. She broke a lot of those.
Dad was pretty much straight to belt.
Best toothpaste ever!