tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052854031800791018.post4259811055936091467..comments2023-02-12T05:43:08.812-08:00Comments on Poetic Genesis: Another 'FIRST'Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052854031800791018.post-70254922509137064022008-08-02T12:32:00.000-07:002008-08-02T12:32:00.000-07:00Great blog...hmmm I hear you about instilling fear...Great blog...hmmm I hear you about instilling fear in our kids and dads in the home...now on the creative whoopings I don't recall any...a whopping is a whooping to me lol.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052854031800791018.post-77771029406617364522008-07-27T18:47:00.000-07:002008-07-27T18:47:00.000-07:00LOL! My Dad had a mean game too. And my older br...LOL! My Dad had a mean game too. And my older brother always seemed to get me in trouble. Forget that I am 5 yrs. younger. I got the belt because I didn't stop him from doing the dirt! (Yeah help me understand that logic...)<BR/><BR/>His belt of choice? The back in the day policeman leather belt. True leather thick to keep the pants & gun belt up. I am pretty sure that's abuse!<BR/><BR/>The worse? My brother was probably 11 or 12 & found his flick stash. Now I am just sitting in the room. I don't know what is on the screen or what those people are doing, but he was suppose to watching me while they were at work. I guess he got into it too much b/c he missed Daddy walking through the front door. I got it because I didn't tell him to turn it off. <BR/><BR/>You know he never told Moms? I told her about it a couple of years ago. She was shocked.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17555538467366856098noreply@blogger.com