Like Father...

[all2swift]

When I was little (about four), my parents made me sit in a small, olive green booster seat in the kitchen corner next to the refrigerator when I was bad. I didn't usually mind, except on those occasions when only my mother was home, and she had me sit in the corner to WAIT FOR MY FATHER TO COME HOME. JUST WAIT, she'd tell me, UNTIL YOUR PAPA

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[little_pooh_1]

Awww... you did the right thing! Otherwise she'll learn to use those lungs to manipulate you.

I remember coming home with a bad grade on a spelling test once and my mom threatened me with a wait-til-daddy-sees-this! I worked myself up so bad thinking of what would happen that I made myself sick. When my dad finally came home and saw what a mess I was, I got off with a hug and a stern talking to. I've rarely thrown up since, but I also can't spell for my life.

[all2swift]

speaking of spelling, doesn't "discipine" seem mispelled?

on one hand, that's what spell checkers are for, and look how far you've managed on your so-called inability for your life -

on the other hand, HOW? IS. THAT. POSSIBLE?

the throwing up part. you don't drink?

[little_pooh_1]

I get drunk on half a dose of Nyquil so I've never thrown up from drinking, just regular, boring ol' stomach cooties.

Thank Goddess for spell check otherwise I would've flunked out of school :P

[all2swift]

Your hand-written notes must be a JOY to read, then. schizo... schizo...? ...Affective? ...Phrenia?

Scleroderma?

[little_pooh_1]

LOL! That famous doctor's scrawl comes in handy, it covers up how truly retarded I really am ;)

[all2swift]

Heh. My scrawl ends up a little too readable at times.