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How were you disciplined as a child?

How were you disciplined?


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I was never spanked with anything other than a hand tho....not as punishment.....:D

By your parents? That must have scarred you emotionally huh? No wonder...
 
The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
 
No, I got in trouble alot, but I didn't fuck with either of them, cause well they both were not to be trifled with.

I got grounded, locked in the bathroom a few times lol. I would starve myself, see if they would feel bad, but yeah that didn't work. They knew I had to eat sometime. So I had to behave out of fear. My parents were very strict, I don't blame them now. I think I will be just as strict with my own kids some day. Scary thought...:mix:
 
It has yet to be discussed. My dog has never been hit when he was misbehaving. Hopefully I'll do a good enough job with her the disciplining will be minimal.

The wife? I dunno bro, women are stubborn. I can't believe you haven't had to beat the wife into submission at least twice a month since you've known her.
 
I got grounded, locked in the bathroom a few times lol. I would starve myself, see if they would feel bad, but yeah that didn't work. They knew I had to eat sometime. So I had to behave out of fear. My parents were very strict, I don't blame them now. I think I will be just as strict with my own kids some day. Scary thought...:mix:
Yeah my mom is like al pacino in a small asians woman body, she's a loud talker, not scared of anything, I talked to her last night and she got pulled over for speeding, and she always gets into it with cops, so she starts telling him that the reason he pulled her over is cause he doesn't dig on asians driving mercedess. She lays into him bout not catching drug dealers and that pulling doctors over en route to emergencies should be a crime. He threatens to take her in, so she throws her hands in up in his grill, and orders him to take her away. I guess she called his bluff, but she got nailed with over 200 in tickets.

She didn't care, I think she feeds off of shit like that. Yeah I just got sneakier. Talking back to my folks was never even thought of. My brother tried that shit once, and now I know that my mom has a left like a guatemalan welterweight. Almost dropped his ass, dude I remember the first thought, was like whoah, my mom hits like a dude.
 
The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

:eek2:

How are you not more fucked up?
 
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