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Fools Wildin Thinking They Doing It Unappreciation Vol Get The @#*+ out
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Yea that's like calling Michonne off Walking Dead Richard Sherman or some ****
see and when i respond this this kind of stuff yall tell me im derailing or trolling
anyway i think the resemblance is more striking than similar so im standing on "just like"
kdslittlebro
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Lol @ Gallagher dog
Hillary cud always get it
Hillary cud always get it
putting in work
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DJ Shadow
Yoooo I'm dying.
Watch dark days the documentary. About homeless people living in the transit system.
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Wonder what Hilary looks like now
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Will even smashed the old aunt viv
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U worried bout arm hair when u smmashin doggy, b? Id be more concerned bout butt hair
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Replacement Aunt Viv was 
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yoooooo
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White people...
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Always rep Mobb Deep
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RIP P
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wypipo
He wasn't perfect, but he was wise beyond words.
I got a bit too mouthy when I was young and called my mom the "C" word. We were a church-going family and that simply wasn't done. Add to that the fact that my mom was a saint working every day to make our house a home and keep our lives as good as our situation allowed. I had crossed a monumental line.
Mom was stunned and crying. My dad hugged her, whispered something in her ear, and she came over and hugged me. She said "I love you and forgive you" as the tears from her cheeks transferred onto my own. Dad asked her to go outside for a walk for 20 minutes.
He took me down into the basement, explained that he and my mother loved me more than anything in the world, maybe even more than they loved themselves, and that I *had* to learn what it felt like to hurt someone you loved so deeply.
He took off his belt, and handed it to me. He told me to whip his back as hard as I could, and if I let up I'd have to do it for twice as long.
Now, I loved my father. By the second hit I was in tears and pleading with him not to make me go on with this. He made me continue. At the end, when I was a crying wreck and his back was a red, raw mess, he held me and said all was forgiven.
I learned that day what it feels like to cause pain to someone that loves you. I learned how my mother had felt when I had betrayed her with my words earlier. Sure, my dad could have whipped *me* instead, but I don't think I would have learned the life lesson I did that night. Never mind the fact that he never once raised his hand to me his entire life regardless.
I have never begrudged my dad for that night, and I will never, never forgot that lesson. Not even till my dying day.
He wasn't perfect, but he was wise beyond words.
I got a bit too mouthy when I was young and called my mom the "C" word. We were a church-going family and that simply wasn't done. Add to that the fact that my mom was a saint working every day to make our house a home and keep our lives as good as our situation allowed. I had crossed a monumental line.
Mom was stunned and crying. My dad hugged her, whispered something in her ear, and she came over and hugged me. She said "I love you and forgive you" as the tears from her cheeks transferred onto my own. Dad asked her to go outside for a walk for 20 minutes.
He took me down into the basement, explained that he and my mother loved me more than anything in the world, maybe even more than they loved themselves, and that I *had* to learn what it felt like to hurt someone you loved so deeply.
He took off his belt, and handed it to me. He told me to whip his back as hard as I could, and if I let up I'd have to do it for twice as long.
Now, I loved my father. By the second hit I was in tears and pleading with him not to make me go on with this. He made me continue. At the end, when I was a crying wreck and his back was a red, raw mess, he held me and said all was forgiven.
I learned that day what it feels like to cause pain to someone that loves you. I learned how my mother had felt when I had betrayed her with my words earlier. Sure, my dad could have whipped *me* instead, but I don't think I would have learned the life lesson I did that night. Never mind the fact that he never once raised his hand to me his entire life regardless.
I have never begrudged my dad for that night, and I will never, never forgot that lesson. Not even till my dying day.
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I woulda just slapped the **** out of my son but his way of teaching his son a lesson worked too so I don't have a problem with it.
It's certainly a more creative solution. Kinda reads like something out the bible but they're church people so that makes sense.
It's certainly a more creative solution. Kinda reads like something out the bible but they're church people so that makes sense.
