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Hey Miguel

In response to your post of the day– check this out:

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My mom was 5’ tall and weighed less than a hundred pounds. She would hit me with whatever she could grab the quickest. Relax, I deserved every whack. LOL

She may chase you with a shoe, but, without a doubt can make home made tortillas from scratch. Never known a single white womens who fed her man fresh tortillas.

Heh. I never got whupped with a shoe or flip flop. Mom’s preferred implements of pain were a rubber spatula or a wood or plastic serving spoon (the large ones sized more like a pasta scoop). I also got the belt a few times if the aforementioned weren’t handy.

Dad didn’t do nearly as much discipline in our household, but when he did, I knew I was fooked. He liked going with the delayed punishment. Wait a few hours until things cooled off, then give me a whack out of the blue with a “that’s for [whatever stupid shit] you did earlier (that I didn’t want to chase you around for at the time)!” He was a smart guy, saving his breath and then getting me later once I thought I was in the clear.

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