Alright, so my dad told me this story...
My dad had a horrible life. He barely had a shelter over his head and he didn't have any proper childhood at all. To commence the actual story, let me just say... That my dad said things in his childhood. Not super bad things, just like:
- "You're a dumb kid"
- "I hate you!"
Guess what his punishment was for that. Every time he'd do that whether he meant it or not, his dad (my grandfather) would take him miles out to the woodshed, and of course his legs were probably hurting like hell. His father would take a wooden stick, my dad would take his pants and underwear off and his dad would beat his ass so hard to the point where my dad cried. And when he cried, the more beatings he would get...
Is this cruel or what? How loving cruel is this. This made me so loving sad, it brought tears to my eyes. And I feel guilty that his life sucked huge donkey rooster.
/discuss this cruel stuff. Oh and, grandfather, if you're out there... forget YOU!
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