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Date: 11/2/2024 10:48:00 AM
From Authorid: 5301
...Hi Ginger! I was just recently reading about a proposed ban on smacking kids in the I.K. as a way of making them "see the light". For any USMers that still want to smack your kids, you'll have to go on vacation here before a ban is enacted. I got a lot of flashbacks from reading about your childhood and my parents weren't shy about meting out justice either. My dad also had a belt and wasn't afraid to use it but I can't recall him ever using it on anyone but me. My mom would give us a good clip across the ear if we tried anything stupid out in public but her real claim to fame was instilling a mortal fear of her wooden spoon if we even looked like we had a plan at home. If that spoon came out, you were in imminent danger. My school days were no better. I met the principal on my first day in kindergarten. Our class had lined up to use the water fountain and a classmate cut in front of me in line so I naturally choked him. Go directly to the office. Parents called and stern warning given. This was the beginning of a long succession of trips in that direction, ostensibly for attempting to be a comedian in class. That was when I became acquainted with the strap as punishment for my forays away from the rule book. That strap eventually became old hat and just became one of life's inherent dangers. If you were a classmate and managed to get sucked into my vortex and also had to make that journey, things were much sadder on your end. They also gave me my own room to do my classwork in when I became too much of a distraction to thee other kids. I got to know that old wooden vicar's bench out the office quite well over the years and was quite pleased to see it again 43 years later when bringing my son for his first day at the same school. Thank you for sharing. Now I want to smack someone for leaving the toilet paper cores behind all the time and never replacing the roll.  |
Date: 11/2/2024 4:02:00 PM
From Authorid: 21435
Ginger  When you mentioned "The Paddle" with the holes in it, I flashed back, big time! The sound that paddle made, (swung by a 250 lb. P.E./American History teacher) enroute to one's rear end, still haunts me, today. I don't think I was really a "bad child." I was, however, a rather nervous sort, and was forever seeking an outlet for my pent up energy."L.D."---Really??? As I recall, you were a wormy littler plotter. How many licks did you get for masterminding the infamous "Oedipus, the king," fiasco? kronk---No need to bring "Oedipus, the king," up, dog. That was not exactly a "prank," anyway. It was more like a case of bad judgment. "L.D."---Imagine this: The seventh grade class is going on a "field trip" to view "Oedipus, the King," (The 1968 British film adaptation of the Sophoclean tragedy, Oedipus Rex).....So, what does our boy kronk do? Does he pick out a nice pair of shoes, shirt and bowtie? Does he sharpen his pencils, pull a fine new note pad?...Nope...On the way home from school, he stops by a local beer joint and bribes the neighborhood lush with twenty-five cents, to purchase a pint of "Sloe Gin," for the field trip. Fast forward to the movie theater: Ground level... Up near the front rows...Six, seventh graders are passing the pint of slow gin, slowly, very carefully...all is going well. The alcohol is beginning to take effect...A couple of soft giggles..Oedipus addresses the Chorus and begins cursing the murderer...There is a pause...The theater goes silent....POP !...(The sound of a glass flask hitting the floor.)...Ugh...The smell of gin permeates the area... kronk---"They" all ratted me out! I got five licks and had to help the janitor mop floors, after school, for five days. "L.D."---"Acceptance—that is the great lesson suffering teaches, suffering and the long years, my close companions...." Oedipus  kronk---Ugh!  |
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Date: 11/2/2024 4:55:00 PM
From Authorid: 5940
Do " I" have any silly pranks that I want to share with USM and the World Wide Web? Well, where do I begin? There was an auspicious occasion as a young lad I accompanied my mother to a Sears store at a shopping center that pre dated malls. This Sears store ( we're talking early to mid 1960's ) was opulent because it had a second story which required an escalator to go to and from. I liked the idea of exploring the escalator even though I was not allowed to leave my mother's side while she examined the articles of back to school clothing that was featured in the recent newspaper advertisement. Imagine the adventures I had, though short lived while riding up and back. Freedom ringing in my ears and dreams of being the Captain of my own ship when.... ....my mother waiting for me as I descended into the eventual spanking of my behind in front of all the employees/ shoppers in the immediate vicinity.  |
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Date: 11/2/2024 5:53:00 PM
From Authorid: 5301
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ LOL! Your sister mentioned that time when you, Wally and the Beaver went to the mall to mess around on the escalator and you got your tongue caught in the handrail while doing your Gene Simmons impersonations and your tongue was dragging on the sidewalk for a week until the swelling went down. Good times! |
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Date: 11/2/2024 6:07:00 PM
From Authorid: 5940
^^^ You've been watching way too many Tex Avery cartoons. |
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Date: 11/5/2024 4:57:00 PM
From Authorid: 21435
Once, I cut a few strands on this rope swing over a crevasse filled with briars. "L.D."---That's terrible! What an awful thing to do. Someone could have gotten hurt! kronk---Yes, you're right. Someone "did" get hurt and I realized what an idiot I was for doing such a thing. "L.D.---Did "they" get hurt bad? kronk---Naw...I turned an ankle, got scratched up, and caught poison ivy. "L.D."---Ugh? kronk---I forgot I sabotaged the rope and it broke at the apex of my swing. "L.D."---There is a God. |
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Date: 11/6/2024 10:27:00 AM
From Authorid: 62956
One Halloween, let's see, this was probably mid to late 1980's as I was still a kid and a friend of mine were going to go out and egg things. I went to the kitchen to sneak out several eggs and got the bright idea of putting them into my pocket. I used to wear slightly baggy Bugle Boy pants so I must've stuffed my pockets with eggs. My friend was there with me in the kitchen and keeping a watch out for my parents and gave me a false signal that my mom was approaching. I couldn't think of anything else to do but slammed myself into the kitchen sink counter and start washing my hands. My friend signaled the all clear but something was wrong. I felt cold water running down my leg and I looked down and saw that the eggs had all cracked from me running into the counter. My friend was about to burst with laughter and I angrily but silently told him to go outside while I go change. After changing, I went outside and upon seeing me, my friend burst into a huge fit of laughter as I did also. What a ridiculous situation to get caught in and I did get caught as my mom asked me later what happened to my pants and I had to tell her with her bursting out laughing at me also. |
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Date: 11/7/2024 10:19:00 AM
From Authorid: 4887
I suffer from the disorder too lol Kids these days definitely need some good ole discipline like back in the day. Only prank I remember was calling different numbers and asking silly questions, or if you can spell “house” in 5 seconds you win a trip to Disneyland! Then hanging up  |
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