BlackNoir Posted August 19, 2021 Share Posted August 19, 2021 I mean look, I was like 6....When you're a kid, you just hear things differently. I got in trouble (a paddlin' because those were still legal then) for singing this commercial. The problem is, I didn't hear "go see Cal".....I always heard "pussy cow, pussy cow, pussy cow" 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mix Posted August 19, 2021 Share Posted August 19, 2021 I can't not hear it Pussy Cow! 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
scoobdog Posted August 19, 2021 Share Posted August 19, 2021 Those Cal Worthington commercials caused endless consternation to parents for years. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlackNoir Posted August 19, 2021 Author Share Posted August 19, 2021 13 minutes ago, scoobdog said: Those Cal Worthington commercials caused endless consternation to parents for years. Does he still have dealerships out there....I mean I assume he's either dead or an invalid but I was wondering if the brand still exists 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
scoobdog Posted August 19, 2021 Share Posted August 19, 2021 24 minutes ago, BlackNoir said: Does he still have dealerships out there....I mean I assume he's either dead or an invalid but I was wondering if the brand still exists I think so. I haven't been by since the pandemic hit, but they were going strong before that. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vamped Posted August 19, 2021 Share Posted August 19, 2021 I read the real story of Rapunzel in like 7th grade and told my sister the story and my mom got pissed because "I was being fast" .... Rapunzel did have children so ... bruh it's what happened 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlackNoir Posted August 19, 2021 Author Share Posted August 19, 2021 3 hours ago, Vamped said: I read the real story of Rapunzel in like 7th grade and told my sister the story and my mom got pissed because "I was being fast" .... Rapunzel did have children so ... bruh it's what happened Go sit your hot ass down somewhere....discussing babies and shit. Who do you think you are 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SwimModSponges Posted August 20, 2021 Share Posted August 20, 2021 Cum. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
katt_goddess Posted August 20, 2021 Share Posted August 20, 2021 I got punished for everything and anything. Apparently the idea was if I got the shit beat out of me for the things my siblings did, they wouldn't do those things anymore. It just made them do more stuff because it wasn't like it hurt them any until I could heal up enough to hit them. Which would lead to another beating because they 'didn't do anything' . I existed to be beaten until protective services removed me. And now they have to deal with a needy-greedy aging parent all by themselves. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chapinator_X Posted August 20, 2021 Share Posted August 20, 2021 Back in kindergarten, there was a porcelain crying clown face that was hung up in the hallway as a decoration. Everyday, one of my classmates would ask why the clown was crying. We’d feel bad, but then pass by it and head our way to the buses after school. Then, one day, when she asked that same question, I wanted to see if I can cheer the porcelain clown up by taking it off the wall and holding it. But because I was maybe 3 or 4 feet tall and the clown face was high up on the wall, that clown’s face went down, smashing into pieces. My kindergarten teacher was pissed. She rushed to me and instantly got up in my face as if I was trying to break it when I just wanted to cheer up the clown face. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mumbo Posted August 20, 2021 Share Posted August 20, 2021 Despite the constant criticism, and a recent discovery that may actually force me to stay away from the community... I will add to this thread, because of how my deceased father treated me for years because of a completely accidental problem. It was 7th grade, and it was after school hours because our class had just gotten back from a field trip. During the trip to a park, my long sleeve t-shirt had gotten drench with water, so I had it balled up on the bus floor for the trip back to school. Some kids were joking around in this area outside the cafeteria that led to an exit, and it had about a 10ft ceiling with drop panels made of that weak card board type crap... so, I was senseless enough to not realize it could damage the panel and tossed my wet shirt off the ceiling, expecting it to simply bounce back into my hands. But the panel fell to the floor and smashed. My brilliant 7th grade brain quickly rationalized that none of my "friends" would tell, and a janitor would find it very soon and easily replace it. Monday rolls around and I get called into the "President's" office and I am immediately expelled, with no chance at complete 7th grade during the final weeks of the school year. So I couldn't even switch schools and was force to beg and plead, with the help of my parents to get into 8th grade the next year with "Did Not Attempt" as my final grades for 7th grade. My dad never believed it was an accident, told me over and over how he couldn't even believe I was his child, that I destroyed school property, and it also made him recall every disciplinary incident of my entire life every time he brought it up, to remind me of how much of a failure I was to him, and as he slipped into alzheimers, the stories became less and less reality based and more and more about how he despised my life decisions and mistakes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sawdy Posted August 20, 2021 Share Posted August 20, 2021 5 hours ago, CactusLove said: Despite the constant criticism, and a recent discovery that may actually force me to stay away from the community... I will add to this thread, because of how my deceased father treated me for years because of a completely accidental problem. It was 7th grade, and it was after school hours because our class had just gotten back from a field trip. During the trip to a park, my long sleeve t-shirt had gotten drench with water, so I had it balled up on the bus floor for the trip back to school. Some kids were joking around in this area outside the cafeteria that led to an exit, and it had about a 10ft ceiling with drop panels made of that weak card board type crap... so, I was senseless enough to not realize it could damage the panel and tossed my wet shirt off the ceiling, expecting it to simply bounce back into my hands. But the panel fell to the floor and smashed. My brilliant 7th grade brain quickly rationalized that none of my "friends" would tell, and a janitor would find it very soon and easily replace it. Monday rolls around and I get called into the "President's" office and I am immediately expelled, with no chance at complete 7th grade during the final weeks of the school year. So I couldn't even switch schools and was force to beg and plead, with the help of my parents to get into 8th grade the next year with "Did Not Attempt" as my final grades for 7th grade. My dad never believed it was an accident, told me over and over how he couldn't even believe I was his child, that I destroyed school property, and it also made him recall every disciplinary incident of my entire life every time he brought it up, to remind me of how much of a failure I was to him, and as he slipped into alzheimers, the stories became less and less reality based and more and more about how he despised my life decisions and mistakes. Yoof Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
André Toulon Posted August 20, 2021 Share Posted August 20, 2021 6 hours ago, CactusLove said: Despite the constant criticism, and a recent discovery that may actually force me to stay away from the community... I will add to this thread, because of how my deceased father treated me for years because of a completely accidental problem. It was 7th grade, and it was after school hours because our class had just gotten back from a field trip. During the trip to a park, my long sleeve t-shirt had gotten drench with water, so I had it balled up on the bus floor for the trip back to school. Some kids were joking around in this area outside the cafeteria that led to an exit, and it had about a 10ft ceiling with drop panels made of that weak card board type crap... so, I was senseless enough to not realize it could damage the panel and tossed my wet shirt off the ceiling, expecting it to simply bounce back into my hands. But the panel fell to the floor and smashed. My brilliant 7th grade brain quickly rationalized that none of my "friends" would tell, and a janitor would find it very soon and easily replace it. Monday rolls around and I get called into the "President's" office and I am immediately expelled, with no chance at complete 7th grade during the final weeks of the school year. So I couldn't even switch schools and was force to beg and plead, with the help of my parents to get into 8th grade the next year with "Did Not Attempt" as my final grades for 7th grade. My dad never believed it was an accident, told me over and over how he couldn't even believe I was his child, that I destroyed school property, and it also made him recall every disciplinary incident of my entire life every time he brought it up, to remind me of how much of a failure I was to him, and as he slipped into alzheimers, the stories became less and less reality based and more and more about how he despised my life decisions and mistakes. *Trembling with restraint* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KlownKolyj Posted August 20, 2021 Share Posted August 20, 2021 12 minutes ago, André Toulon said: *Trembling with restraint* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Still Me Posted August 20, 2021 Share Posted August 20, 2021 I got into trouble once for taking initiative one day after school and mowing the lawn. My dad came home when I was a little more than halfway done and flipped out cause I should have asked. and this other time… the rule was “no one is allowed inside the house when my parents aren’t home, no exceptions”. I came home from school one day and my brothers friend was in the house so I flipped out. Saying he can’t be in the house, we'll get into trouble, get him the fuck out, blah blah. Well my brother had gotten an ok from my dad but instead of telling me, he just called him and told him I was losing my shit about it. And so my dad came home, walked into the house, found me in the dining room doing homework. And without a word hit me so hard I flew out of the damn chair. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Still Me Posted August 20, 2021 Share Posted August 20, 2021 man this is a trigger thread…I’m stating to relive some shit…how why my back and hip are fucked up….and where some of my scars are from…. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DBAss Posted August 20, 2021 Share Posted August 20, 2021 When I was in like 1st grade, about 6yo I guess, I remember one time there was some simple quiz, where it was list the four seasons, and I had no clue what that meant since I was 6 and I don't think it was explained properly to me. I remember looking across the classroom for a hint and just wrote down a guess, and got all of them wrong. When I got home I had to deal with my step-dad screaming in my face calling me a retard. I had to deal with that a lot as a kid. I know I did have ADD back then, and there was one time I was given a test but I was full on daydreaming that it wasn't until after the test was over that I looked down and realized I was given one. I got a zero on that and he screamed his ass off at me, and gave me the phone and told me to call up my grandparents and tell them I got a zero on it (which was pretty random to just do) though he did stop me before I called them up, they hated him completely back then, so he likely figured having me call them up because he told me to wouldn't look good on him at all. I remember back in 4th grade (I'd say when my ADD was at its worst) my grades were shit, and I just started throwing them away because telling him about it would result in him screaming at me and yelling at me, but not lifting a single fucking finger to help me. Hell, even by the time I was a HS freshman I remember trying to do my work at the table and I had issues with it (I hate math) and he was yelling at my mom to let me fail then and repeat a year. I had to repeat 4th grade back then, so naturally that meant I was one year older than I should be in high school, and that's something he obsessed over. He'd get pissy and be like "19 years old and still in high school" when I was a senior, like no shit that happens. You repeat just one year and that can happen. It'd be one thing if I was 20 or 21 and still in HS. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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