I never had many runs with my mom….my stubborn, hard-assed little brother did though. She broke wooden spatulas and yardsticks on his keister a few times.
@RockyMountainBriar; Actually, in my case it was my grandmother not my mother. My grandmother tried Ivory Soap to correct my language, which failed when I told her it tasted like shit. After that the race was on. She never actually caught me.
@opipeman 😂😂😂😂 Ok, how old/young were you when you told your grandma the soap tasted like shit?…..still laughing….. Heck, I thought my little brother was stubborn.
@RockyMountainBriar; I'm going to guess about five. My grandmother babysit me while my mom worked. My father was a career military man, until he abandoned us. I started first grade the next year. There was no kindergarten in my hometown. I have vivid memories of several events in my early life. That one probably stuck due to the taste of the soap. I learned to cuss at a very early age. I don't remember what profane thing I said. I just remember her grabbing my ear and marching me into the bathroom sink. After that I think she just gave up or I watched what I said in her company.
Thinking about it, I think I have one in my toolbox in the shop that was my Uncle Jim’s. He was my fathers twin brother. Now I’m going to have to look for it🙂
@Zouave; @RockyMountainBriar; Amazing how such a small tool can remain useful for generations. Even if it was never used it would still be a cherished part of our family histories.
1969 Chevy Nova with a six banger with 3 on the tree, engine had so much blow back you had to make sure the dip stick was well seated or you'd blow all the oil out of the motor.
Bought it for $300 in 82 when I lived in Seattle and drove it to Chicago, Those old inline six engines could run forever.
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And they didn't change the rolls very often!
No shit!!
That's a portable gonorrhea testing kit, right? I remember carrying something like that around when I was young(er).
Actually, in my case it was my grandmother not my mother. My grandmother tried Ivory Soap to correct my language, which failed when I told her it tasted like shit. After that the race was on. She never actually caught me.
😂😂😂😂
Ok, how old/young were you when you told your grandma the soap tasted like shit?…..still laughing…..
Heck, I thought my little brother was stubborn.
I'm going to guess about five. My grandmother babysit me while my mom worked. My father was a career military man, until he abandoned us. I started first grade the next year. There was no kindergarten in my hometown. I have vivid memories of several events in my early life. That one probably stuck due to the taste of the soap. I learned to cuss at a very early age. I don't remember what profane thing I said. I just remember her grabbing my ear and marching me into the bathroom sink. After that I think she just gave up or I watched what I said in her company.
I still have and use mine on occasion.
We are talking about the Rule, right?
Why do you ask...are you in a similar situation?
Yes, of course, I too have a rule.
No shit! 🤣😂
Amazing how such a small tool can remain useful for generations. Even if it was never used it would still be a cherished part of our family histories.