The Over 40 Crowd

[DrDea]

 Ultraman, Speed Racer, Wacky Racers, Marine boy, Kimba the white lion.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lQsQqOlPjhs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lQsQqOlPjhs

[100Coogn]

We never had freaks like this trying to sell us something for 30 minutes at a whack.
Believe it or not, we all don't have cable or satellite.



Coogan

[DREDIOCK]

Ahh heres one I was looking for



Had really good stop motion animation effects for is day

[bagrat]

when I was a kid we would get slashed to sleep by our father with a broken beer bottle and we were thankfull!   Monty Python, as though yall didnt know.

Yea things were different back then but atleast in grade school when some dweeb relentlessly talked trash to ya, you could probably knock em around a bit without having to worry about getting sued.

[bagrat]

When I was a kid you'd get two whippins', one from the neighbor and one when you got home.

this mess still happened to me in the 90's and to make things worse id get a whoopin from each parent becuase they don't communicate and tell one another ya already got whooped lol. In their defense it probably wasn't that cool of me to take everybody on the blocks newspaper an start a bon fire in the front yard.

[DREDIOCK]

this mess still happened to me in the 90's and to make things worse id get a whoopin from each parent becuase they don't communicate and tell one another ya already got whooped lol. In their defense it probably wasn't that cool of me to take everybody on the blocks newspaper an start a bon fire in the front yard.

Hell in our day communication had nothing to do with it.
If your neighbor whooped you for something. You didnt dare complain or tell your parents about it because they would only say and I quote "Well what did you do to deserve it?"
"nothing" was never an acceptable or a believed answer

Then you would get whooped again not only for what you did. But for causing your parents the embarrassment and of putting the neighbor through the trauma of having to whoop you.

And whooping were real whoopings. Like with a belt. My fathers favorite
My mother got tired of breaking wooden spoons on me so she went to a construction site and got a piece of wood flooring.
After I hid that on her I remember one time getting it with a metal soup ladle for spilling shoe die in the carpet.

[Nwbie]

I can remember I had to be about 6 or 7 years old. My older sister was always stuck with bringing me along if she was going down to the corner store. One day she had tried to ditch me and I ran out in the street screaming her name to wait for me.... SCCCCRRRREEEEAAAACCCCHHHHHH.. .....
Big old chrome grill about 2 inches from my nose, guy stopped just in time..... He jumps out of the car yelling his fool head off at me because I had run out into the street into traffic and he proceeded to haul off and give my rear end the emphasis of his anger.. yes I was crying.... So, our lovely neighbor Mrs. Murvay who saw the whole thing runs over and tells the guy she will get me home to my mother as she is whacking my a%%% and yelling at me for running out in the street... I saw my sister across the street wide eyed and you can tell she was realizing she might also be in trouble for running away from me... the plot thickens.... my mother having heard the story is crying her fool head off and telling me how hurt she would be if I got hurt or killed by getting hit by a car because I ran out in the street.... all the while she is whacking me on the rear and a few shots to the head for a little more emphasis on how hurt she would be.....
I have often wondered over the years if I would have got off easier by actually getting hit by that car....

 

NwBie

Don't know why, but reading this thread brought back that memory...

[PFactorDave]

I can remember I had to be about 6 or 7 years old. My older sister was always stuck with bringing me along if she was going down to the corner store. One day she had tried to ditch me and I ran out in the street screaming her name to wait for me.... SCCCCRRRREEEEAAAACCCCHHHHHH.. .....
Big old chrome grill about 2 inches from my nose, guy stopped just in time..... He jumps out of the car yelling his fool head off at me because I had run out into the street into traffic and he proceeded to haul off and give my rear end the emphasis of his anger.. yes I was crying.... So, our lovely neighbor Mrs. Murvay who saw the whole thing runs over and tells the guy she will get me home to my mother as she is whacking my a%%% and yelling at me for running out in the street... I saw my sister across the street wide eyed and you can tell she was realizing she might also be in trouble for running away from me... the plot thickens.... my mother having heard the story is crying her fool head off and telling me how hurt she would be if I got hurt or killed by getting hit by a car because I ran out in the street.... all the while she is whacking me on the rear and a few shots to the head for a little more emphasis on how hurt she would be.....
I have often wondered over the years if I would have got off easier by actually getting hit by that car....

 

NwBie

Don't know why, but reading this thread brought back that memory...

 

Bet you looked both ways before going out into the street after that!

[rpm]

I work for a Grocery store so I relive this daily. When I was 4 or 5 I threw a tantrum while we were in the checkout line because I wanted some candy and Mom said no. She didn't negotiate, she didn't promise presents, she didn't cave. She said "No". What she did do was yank my little hide down to the ground, put her foot on my neck and thrashed the tar out of my butt with her purse strap in front of God and every Spot Cash customer in sight until I shut up.

Nobody called the cops or Child Protective Services. I don't think anyone batted an eye.

Oh, BTW... I never threw a fit ever again.

[DREDIOCK]

LMAO

Just now remembered this.

One time I was getting a whooping for something and I made the mistake of saying "The devil made me do it" (A popular catchphrase at the time)

My mothers response.

"(Whack) Oh yea? (Whack!) Well I'll BEAT that devil out of you! (Whack!) That Devil (Whack!) Will NEVER (WHACK!!) Ever (Whack) want to make (Whack) You (Whack)do anything (whack!) Ever (Whack) again (Whack)"

[rpm]

Are we related?

[ink]

LMAO

Just now remembered this.

One time I was getting a whooping for something and I made the mistake of saying "The devil made me do it" (A popular catchphrase at the time)

My mothers response.

"(Whack) Oh yea? (Whack!) Well I'll BEAT that devil out of you! (Whack!) That Devil (Whack!) Will NEVER (WHACK!!) Ever (Whack) want to make (Whack) You (Whack)do anything (whack!) Ever (Whack) again (Whack)"

A good bellybutton spanking goes a long way

[CAP1]

I can remember I had to be about 6 or 7 years old. My older sister was always stuck with bringing me along if she was going down to the corner store. One day she had tried to ditch me and I ran out in the street screaming her name to wait for me.... SCCCCRRRREEEEAAAACCCCHHHHHH.. .....
Big old chrome grill about 2 inches from my nose, guy stopped just in time..... He jumps out of the car yelling his fool head off at me because I had run out into the street into traffic and he proceeded to haul off and give my rear end the emphasis of his anger.. yes I was crying.... So, our lovely neighbor Mrs. Murvay who saw the whole thing runs over and tells the guy she will get me home to my mother as she is whacking my a%%% and yelling at me for running out in the street... I saw my sister across the street wide eyed and you can tell she was realizing she might also be in trouble for running away from me... the plot thickens.... my mother having heard the story is crying her fool head off and telling me how hurt she would be if I got hurt or killed by getting hit by a car because I ran out in the street.... all the while she is whacking me on the rear and a few shots to the head for a little more emphasis on how hurt she would be.....
I have often wondered over the years if I would have got off easier by actually getting hit by that car....

 

NwBie

Don't know why, but reading this thread brought back that memory...

more than likely not.

[DrDea]

 My mothers fav tool was one of those dusters with the 1/4 inch metal rod that went in the shape of a u about 3 feet long with a duster that slipped over it. Could get some serious leverage with that thing too. Talk about leaving marks.

[gyrene81]

      you old turds are dredging up some very old memories with the spankings...back in the 60s and 70s a kid didn't dare throw a screaming hissy fit tantrum in the store with mom and/or dad like you see today...spankings in the store were looked at as acceptable child discipline for the public good...if the "time out, can't spank your child" child less wannabe experts hadn't brain washed the lemming morons reproducing back in the 80s/90s...guarantee you there wouldn't be kids running around schools with guns shooting people.

i can't remember the last time i saw a group of kids playing marbles in the dirt...or doing anything that requires imagination and doesn't have a $300 price tag on it...