What punishment implement did you dread the most? Even worse then dad's belt was the wooden mixing spoon from mom... shit, me and my sis heard that draw open we went from fightin', to hidin'
No, already paid for my final place, going in a wicker basket and plant an oak on top for my rotting caucus to nourish, I’m going to wear all my antique jewellery so when the tree blows down in hundreds of years it will fuck up archaeologist of the future..