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Originally Posted by lana85
Omg at these beat downs.
My parents are very old school. We werent allowed to wear any makeup dye our hair etc. Well one day my cousin decided to pluck my eyebrows and ended up making them so thin to the point it looked like I had no eyebrows. I knew I was going to catch a beating so I stayed at my aunts house for a few days until they grow back. I finally went home after a week and my eyebrows were still pretty bad. My mom looks at me and acts like nothing so I figured im good. As soon as everyone left me house my mom caught me alone in my room and knocked me the f*ck out! I dont remember anything else. I woke up the next morning like $#@ happened?
ladieslovechris wrote:
dog this was the day my life changed....
back in middle school i used to stay getting in trouble for having my cell phone out or it going off in class... one day my spanish teacher was tired of my !##@... i was sending a text to some chick tryna set up an in-theatre HJ/makeout session and all of a sudden she was behind a +%%!% with the 'you know you dont F'd up right' look on her face... she took the phone and said I gotta get my pops to come get the phone. Mind you, my father had come and picked up my phone from my assistant principal 2 days prior and stated that if he had to do it again... i wouldn't have a phone, and he would not be happy.
I get home and my grandmomma in the kitchen and she's like oh your dad's out of town... im like BET. she makes my favorite dinner... we watch tv... laugh... cut up and act like nothing was happening at all... my plan was to ask her to go in and get the phone for me in the morning... but a +%%!% was strongly mistaken...
around 3am i was awoken by the sound of my door creaking open... i had 3 rottweillers at the time so i assumed it was one of them pushing open the door to sleep in my room so i dont even look..
next thing i know my pops snatches me out the bed by my foot and i hit the floor... only thing he says is... 'miss rosario called me today...you still fu**ing around on your phone in class huh' ... +%%!% pulls a belt out his back pocket and wails on me for 20 minutes.... after being whupped to the point where i couldnt even feel it anymore... he stands me up and says 'get your $+% in the kitchen... and bring your notebook'.... i sit down in the kitchen... my pops cracks open a beer and says 'write everything i say' my +%%!% had me write an apology letter to my teacher and made me give her a tear stained letter the next day....