......I felt worse everytime I got a thrashing from Dads' belt, because apparently it hurt him more, than it hurt me!
I think he underestimated how much pain he was dishing out...
How do you explain your Cowardice, Cheneyspuss?
I mean you are an exceptional pus-sy to feel the need to hide when we are all anonymous or anonymouse in your case!!
When I was a kid everyone was poor so we spent all summer in the lake and all winter up the bush. We made bows and arrows using machetes and knives and poached trout using homemade spears. We only came home to eat and we all looked out for each other.We never laughed at each others hand me down clothes and no one wore shoes to school( only for good wear)
When I was a kid, I used to beat up ponces like Flossturds and he'd run home crying like a little bytch.................... .....ah the memories................. ......and he's still a little bytch.