tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25955938.post6188144332748515045..comments2009-12-05T00:17:00.045-05:00El Padrinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726982143715938661noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25955938.post-20162569167042384742009-12-05T00:17:00.045-05:002009-12-05T00:17:00.045-05:00I had one day where Mom DESTROYED my room with both the wooden spoon and a yardstick. Just swiping shit off my dresser and shelves. Shit was flying everywhere. Broken He-Man toys, GI Joes, Star Wars stuff, WWF ring, ceramic Halloween stuff, NERF hoop, stack of Brewers police cards...Mom went berserk on me that day. I don&#39;t even remember why, but I remember how.Meizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15532073730738180504noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25955938.post-30210448927967073502009-12-04T14:26:17.098-05:002009-12-04T14:26:17.098-05:00rolling pin is brutal, get arressted for that today<br /><br />a belt, cant feel good<br /><br />the house slippers<br /><br />hahahahhaha, good thing we weren&#39;t kids when thouse chinese slippers came outEl Padrinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726982143715938661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25955938.post-72461328711079064642009-12-03T23:26:07.527-05:002009-12-03T23:26:07.527-05:00I got the wooden spoon AND those little plastic slippers from dee &amp; dee that matched the house dress. Right on my muthaeffin thigh.Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08153077577321115480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25955938.post-32151449012073881142009-12-03T18:33:39.113-05:002009-12-03T18:33:39.113-05:00My older brother got the rolling pin ... my parents became kinder with age ... for me, it was a slap to the face, a good spanking, or pulling my hair until it looked like I was levitating.Loshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16794387734217000502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25955938.post-69254400321587490422009-12-03T18:26:31.293-05:002009-12-03T18:26:31.293-05:00&quot;And only Mom wielded it. Dad would beat your ass with his bare hands, mothers need the power of something because they don&#39;t hurt without one.&quot;<br /><br /><br />My dad wielded a belt<br /><br />nsKeefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170299536777949307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25955938.post-78833574502016962472009-12-03T15:18:08.595-05:002009-12-03T15:18:08.595-05:00great story, ep.ToddPackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07519637191831990390noreply@blogger.com