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how did you get your ass beat as a kid


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<White kid

 

<still applying

 

DAD: 2 in thick wood paddle with holes

 

MOM: mops, brooms, glasses of whiskey that I made wrong, hairbrushes, whatever was around

 

STEPDAD: belt

 

STEPMOM: She beat my cats to make me sad.

 

 

damn, and you didn't end up as a serial killer?

 

 

i got the belt and the hairbrush

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My gimpy mother broke at least thirty wooden cooking spoons over various body parts of mine.

 

The worst memory was when I was 12 and she wanted to teach me that smoking was bad.

She waited until all my pals came over to pick me up to go skate.

And told them to pull up chairs around the kitchen table.

Then she duct taped my hand to the table and told me to "light up".

After each drawl off the cigarette, she would smack my hand with the wooden spoon.

And told me I couldn't get up until the whole pack was gone.

It was my first experience with how horrible nicotine poisoning can be.

My hand swelled and I started crying around the 10th smoke.

I puked shortly thereafter.

My friends laughed.

 

That tactic did not work, for to this day I still am a smoker.

Just not the same brand.

 

She also had a rubber new wave belt that she would beat me with.

It stung much more than the thick leather belts she had her boyfriend bruise me down with.

 

Being from the south, I have actually had to go to the yard to "find a switch" to get whooped with.

 

After I figured out I could outrun her in her wheelchair, she would pay my older brother to chase me and tie me up to the bed.

No molestation.

Yes severe beating.

I would try to roll off the bed onto the floor to excape.

It never worked.

My snickering brother would just put me right back on the bed.

 

To this day when I ride in a car with my mom, I always expect a face slap to come at any moment.

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dont know if this counts but an old girlfriend hit me in the head wit the bottem of a paint can. now it looks like i have a notch in my hair line like how the black doods do wit there fades. bs. all over ordering way to many montanas. mabye i should make a domestic vlionce thread, i have tons more..........

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