oneshot 1 Posted September 26 Author Share Posted September 26 It was the guy my mom was married to. Beat me because I couldn't lift some logs. Beat me when I visited my Dad. Let's put it this way he Beat me every day. He rapped my Sister and put her on the street selling. He molested me. He left my mom after 30+ years. Told me if I tried to contact her he would kill me. He took a Dog of mine used a Wire Brush on it then soaked it with gas and lit it. His idea of hunting was Road Hunting. We always come home with hundreds of Quail and Small Game. oneshot Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bfishn Posted September 26 Share Posted September 26 6 minutes ago, fishinwrench said: Mexico. Still there, and everytime I go past it I remember the lesson learned there. We (Callao) used to play Mexico in HS basketball. They always cleaned our clocks pretty good, but so did most everyone else in NoMo. I always enjoyed the bus ride home from Mexico though, 45 minutes in the dark with a cheerleader... Oh wait, we were talking about discipline and misbehaving youngsters... fishinwrench 1 I can't dance like I used to. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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