Huh...
Mine just threatens to be associated with me in public :D
Generally does the trick.
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Huh...
Mine just threatens to be associated with me in public :D
Generally does the trick.
Let's see...Quote:
Originally Posted by lebanon
Outside in the Summer sun wearing thongs.
Mixing the Christmas pudding with a wooden spoon at my grandma's.
Being proud of my Ambulance Officer dad dressed in uniform and leather belt.
All awesome memories to me.
it was the wooden spoon they made us run for our lives
right up untill I got a hit with one and it broke in half and I gave "huh. that
didnt hurt that much"
We just had to hear the squeal of the kitchen drawer that held the wooden spoons. Was enough to give you a cold sweat, while you racked your brain wondering what you did wrong, if anything. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by schmierer LR at singleton
In my house, I was forced to go and choose the offending item... I can remember my dad making me select a belt for the task one day and after ruminating on it forever, I stupidly chose the narrowest one... I 100% didn't make that mistake again!
I got dad an envelope...
I never got to choose again. :no2:
Ah,the thongs were all we wore,even to schoolQuote:
Originally Posted by lebanon
The wooden spoon we used to lick after the cake was made & in the oven.
The belt didn't get much use.
It was a stick instead,used to friggin hurt & leave a bruise for days.
when i look back,it probably kept the four of us boys in line & was what we deserved........
My missus was #12 of 13 kids.Quote:
Originally Posted by scarry
The perp had to go out and get a branch from one of the trees while the rest lined up.
Then they all copped it............... if they hadn't all scurried off like mice in the meantime. :D