Originally posted on 09/13/2014:

those little azzz bruisses. I was brought up in Jamaica and my teachers use to make me go and pick a good whipping stick to get my own ass whooped then they would snitch and tell my parents of my wrong doing in school. My dad would have me go for the belt and beat the living hell out of me. And if I dared, and ran, he would say, "Where are you going to sleep tonight?"

"Spare the rod and spoil the child"