Speaking The Universal Language

No translation needed.

Love that little flick of the wrist for emphasis.

Good on ya Mommy, there’s one that won’t grow up to be a useless, whiny little bitch.

10 thoughts on “Speaking The Universal Language

  1. We’d have been out by the time the hand was reaching for the shoe, and we’d still catch a lick outside.

    And, yes, Dad stopped once and kicked us out and made us ‘walk home.’ We walked about a mile or so, and was waiting for us over the backside of a hill.

    I am glad there is some hope.

    And… Yoga pants. My mom would have worn them if they were around in the 60’s. So don’t see a problem there. Easy off and you know she put out once…

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    • Belt around the house. On vacation Dad would pull over cut a switch from a tree. Lean back against the hood trimming branches. (probably laughing his ass off). Gently place it on the dash and drive on. Yes total silence.

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      • My dad had 2 leather belts, an old one for wearing around the home and his good one he wore to work and church.
        I remember once mom was mad at me for something and made me sit at the dining room table thinking about what I did till dad got home, all the while staring at his home belt she laid out on the table in front of me.

        Exile1981

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        • My dad’s was a wide leather belt with metal studs that spelled out Great Falls. Never knew where that was growing up, just didn’t want to go there.

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  2. Oh hey sweet. Mamacita smacked some dumbass kid upside his head. Oh wait? No? Eye cyrumba, muy sucky, sucky…run to the border son….you won. Leftist Westcoast faggots have your back

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