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My dad was a bit of a sadistic bastard when it came to getting my brother and me out of bed when we kids. If we didn't get up after a good hollering or two, he'd take a wet washcloth and put it on top of our eyes. And if that still didn't do the trick, he'd come back a little later with "Magic Mattress" and just lift up one side of the bed until we fell out onto the floor. i'm sure there would've been marching band music and gongs too if he'd thought of that.
My dad was a bit of a sadistic bastard when it came to getting my brother and me out of bed when we kids. If we didn't get up after a good hollering or two, he'd take a wet washcloth and put it on top of our eyes. And if that still didn't do the trick, he'd come back a little later with "Magic Mattress" and just lift up one side of the bed until we fell out onto the floor. i'm sure there would've been marching band music and gongs too if he'd thought of that.
Post by itrainmonkeys on Aug 18, 2013 10:39:29 GMT -5
I played trumpet as a kid. My dad had also had a little experience with trumpet as a kid. In order to wake me up he would take out the trumpet and play a crappy version of this:
I played trumpet as a kid. My dad had also had a little experience with trumpet as a kid. In order to wake me up he would take out the trumpet and play a crappy version of this:
I also played the trumpet (and trombone) as a kid, and I've never been quite so glad as I am now that neither of my parents did.
my mom used to open all the blinds, turn on all the lights, pull off my blankets, turn up music and yell until I got out of bed... then I would go into my bathroom, lock the door, turn the shower on cold water and go back to sleep on my bathroom floor.
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
Post by wannaberoo'ing on Aug 19, 2013 12:21:19 GMT -5
I'm thinking of taking my nieces to see Savages next month. One is seventeen and I'm pretty confident she'll enjoy herself. The other is thirteen and has never listened to much more than country and pop, so Savages may be too much for her. Also, she is a very sheltered girl (her dad is a very straight cop). I'm nervous about exposing her to something too offensive...
But she asked if she could go too when she heard me talking about it with my older niece. She said she wanted to experience something new and an "all girl punk band sounds awesome!"
I'm thinking of taking my nieces to see Savages next month. One is seventeen and I'm pretty confident she'll enjoy herself. The other is thirteen and has never listened to much more than country and pop, so Savages may be too much for her. Also, she is a very sheltered girl (her dad is a very straight cop). I'm nervous about exposing her to something too offensive...
But she asked if she could go too when she heard me talking about it with my older niece. She said she wanted to experience something new and an "all girl punk band sounds awesome!"
What to do?
Take her!
Maybe she will hate it but I bet the experience will be something she remembers forever either way.
Post by wannaberoo'ing on Aug 19, 2013 12:32:11 GMT -5
Yeah, I'm definitely leaning toward taking her (if I can get the approval with my brother/sis-in-law). I just would like for them to see women rocking and actually playing instruments and sh*t. But, some of it may frighten the hell out of my younger niece, lol. We'll see!
Post by wannaberoo'ing on Aug 19, 2013 12:54:19 GMT -5
Good call on the earplugs, cks! Waiting now to hear back from the parents on this one. Next will be permission to take them to the tattoo convention going on up here...
#1 I have been running late for morning shifts lately so I set my alarm clock 15 minutes early. everything was going good until about half way to work I realized I forgot to brush my teeth in my tired stupor. So after pulling over at the next Walgreen's and buying supplies to not murder people with death morning breath I ended up 10 minutes late.