Discussion in 'The Chatterbox' started by DaltonGang, Jan 18, 2018.
Dial soap in my day.
Hey it worked right! Now days instead of discipline we just get law enforcement involved and get em in the system. Maybe kick em out of school for bringing a toy gun or a knife to school. I would have wound up in prison by today's standards for the crap we pulled.
I've been known to go the extra mile, to teach my kids a lesson, but giving yourself a "Stinky Pinky" sure isn't one. Hats off to your unique ways.
Dry cleaning, then bleach.
Why?? Free moving targets. Take them out of the gene pool.
Maybe a stinky boot to the......
It was ivory soap on me. When that didn't work, out came the skinny leather belt, or whatever kitchen utensil was nearest. I hated those belts. But, I wouldn't cry, or make a noise, and give her the satisfaction. I guess that's why I got double what my older brother got.
I got a little off topic. We had yo yo's of course, silly putty, superballs and I remember one thing it was these 2 plastic balls on string that you banged back and forth, what were they called? Clackers or something like that. Boy you could get a bruise from those .
Big thing was the old cherry bomb in the toilet trick. Should have had my ass kicked for that one. Nowadays I would probably be enjoying a vacation in Guantanamo for that trick.. Waxing a bit nostalgic ya know...
Anyway who did late night drag racing on old country roads? That was illegal as hell but the cops would usually give you a pass as long as you weren't aggro with them.
Clicker Clackers. Had them. Great fun, unless you lost an eye. I still have my old "Lawn Jarts", from when I was a kid.
Those things were nuts but yeah I had a set
It's a wonder we survived all that stuff. Or at least I survived. As stupid as things were I think in some strange way it made me smarter?
More bleach please
Clackers and lawn darts were some of my favorite things as a kid. I'm sure they're both outlawed now.
Yeah. Before it became a thing, wasn’t it sort of a scavenger hunt to get outdoorsman to venture to really difficult to reach places?
Had it happen to me once. And when I put up a fuss about it, and wouldn’t let Grandma finish, Grandpa blistered my behind instead. Shoulda ate the soap.
I was five when my mom performed the act the first and last time. Worked for me.
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