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His 2nd1st child?
His 2nd1st child?
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Awesome outfitI got a 1 year old grandson today.
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He seems to be missing a glass of single malt. Are you neglecting his education?I got a 1 year old grandson today.
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Great news @neongas, all the best for the next few months. Exciting times are ahead.After two early miscarriages over the last year… finally past the first trimester and this is the best acquisition yet. Say hello to daughter no. 2. God help me when all the women at home sync periods.
Threat? Freudian slip or what...Threat title updated for the next little while too ...
Aren't you supposed to wait a little while before you start beating them?...does it beat a baby...
Aren't you supposed to wait a little while before you start beating them?
Oh, so I can post my new baseball bat here? Sweet! (Note: I do not condone violence against children, just shit parents)Aren't you supposed to wait a little while before you start beating them?
Very dapper!I got a 1 year old grandson today.
https://freeimage.host/i/4Pjqgf
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Threat? Freudian slip or what...
Aren't you supposed to wait a little while before you start beating them?
Those were the days,
Simpler times back then.......
[No advocacy of anything more than 'reasonable chastisement' should be inferred by this post]
My siblings and I all got the occasional whacking with the clothes-brush when we had it coming. And by jove we enjoyed it...
My parents were fine, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with my childhood at home, and I consider it very privileged.Clothes brush? Luxury.
After my mother got sick of breaking her dress making rulers on me, I copped an extension cord.
And you tell the young kids of today, and they don't believe you.
My parents were fine, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with my childhood at home, and I consider it very privileged.
However, I did spend a spell of a couple of years at a pre-primary school run by a coven of sadistic nuns who set an extraordinary example of Christian benevolence. They used to routinely use a strap on the palms of our hands, when a cane wasn't immediately available. At least in my case, that came to an end when I broke that cane over my knee, then grabbed the strap out of the hand of that so-called "reverend mother" and chased her around the courtyard with it. I was no longer welcome at that school after that, which suited me very well.
Precious memories...