Water is central to Jacksonville, and natives think of rivers as roads. Why, just the other day I was driving on the interstate, and I was being tailgated by a lunatic in a canoe. So I slammed on my breaks, hopped out of my boat, and threatened to spank him with my paddle if he didn't behave. That night I was so stressed that I forgot to take my pet fish for a walk.
Computers shouldn't be parents, but they are. Please, spend time with your kids. If you don't want to, then I don't want to. It might hurt you to discipline your offspring, but it saves the child from being disciplined later by someone less forgiving. Like a criminal court judge. If you don't spank your child, someone else will.
My younger son, Cordell, aka Lil Snoop, loves me like a fan loves Snoop Dogg. He's inspired by making me happy. My older son, Corde, aka Spank, does everything I say, with effort and determination - but he does it for himself. He gets his thrill out of seeing his own results on the football field.
But it was for your own good." "" Nick "So's the spanking I'm about to give you." "" Cherise "I'm too big to spank." "" Nick "Fine, you're grounded until your grandkids are old." "" Cherise "Kind of hard to do. How am I supposed to have grandkids if I'm grounded?" "" Nick "Precisely my point, you demon spawn. You're never going to get off restriction." "" Cherise
Hmph," said Sharon . "Did you know that the numbers three and seven are sacred to vampires? There are seven vampire sects." "Seven sacred sects," I repeated. "Say that three times fast." "How about I spank you instead?" asked Patrick in a benign tone that belied the flare of irritation in his gaze. "Only if you tie me to a bed and use a paddle." His silver eyes went molten. Uh-oh. Me and my big smart-aleck mouth. "I... uh, sorry. I didn't mean that. I saw Secretary a few too many times. I'm impressionable.
She remained in this attitude, clearly inviting him to touch her. Taking a position of advantage, he rested his right hand on her buttock. He considered a moment then raised his arm and brought his palm upon her, delivering a sharp spank. He felt the acuteness of it on his own skin. He gave her another, watching his hand in the mirror opposite, as it made contact. The slap caused her to flinch, but her heard her sigh also: the timbre of which was now familiar to him. He paused, allowing the sensation of the sting to sink in before giving her more. She remained folded over for him, eager for more of his burning smacks upon her flesh. The peach of her cheeks rippled each time under the impact of his blows.
Emmanuelle de Maupassant
Pritkin, it's a hotel room, not a death trap!' A glance over his shoulder showed him impatient blue eyes under a fall of messy blond curls. 'Anyway, you're here.' 'I can't protect you from everything, ' he forced himself to say, because it was true. It was also frankly terrifying in a way that his own mortality was not. He'd never had children, but he sometimes wondered if this was how parents felt when catching sight of a fearless toddler confidently heading toward a busy street. Not that his charge was a child, as he was all too uncomfortably aware. But the knowledge of just how many potentially lethal pitfalls lay in her path sometimes caused him that same heart-clenching terror. And the same overwhelming need to throw her over his lap and spank the living daylights out of her, he thought grimly, when she suddenly popped out of existence. 'Cassie!
LET A KILLA FUCK YOU I SEE YOU HOES ON TV GLAMOROUS MODELS SUPER CELEBRITIES ROLES ROYCE FINE WINES AND CLASS YOU NEED TO COME DOWN TO THE HOOD LET ME SPANK ASS I WANT A FAMOUS HOE, A BITCH ON TOP WITH SOME HELLY BANK ROLE I BEEN CHASING A GIRL FROM LETTERS TO CLEO BUT SHE BROKE HER KNEE THOUGH, MARIAH CARRY MAN FORGET IT IF O.D.B HIT IT I CANT FUCK WIT IT! NOTHING AGAINST OLD DIRTY OR NOTHING BUT I KNOW HE AT LEAST GOT HERPES OR SOMETHING I WOULDN'T MIND FUCKING BRITTANY SPEARS IN A CHEAP HOTEL WIT THEM CEILING MIRRORS WIT THAT BITCH IN A COUPLE OF WEEKS I'D HAVE HER HOOKED ON CRACK ROCK WORKING THE STREETS ALL THEM HOES FANTASIZE ABOUT JUGGALO SCRUBS IN BETWEEN THEY THIGHS BUT THEY TOO SCARED TO LET IT BE SO INSTEAD THEY FUCK RICKY MARTIN AND PRETEND ITS ME!
Insane Clown Posse
If we can use an H-bomb-and as you said it's no checker game; it's real, it's war and nobody is fooling around-isn't it sort of ridiculous to go crawling around in the weeds, throwing knives and maybe getting yourself killed... and even losing the war... when you've got a real weapon you can use to win? What's the point in a whole lot of men risking their lives with obsolete weapons when one professor type can do so much more just by pushing a button?' Zim didn't answer at once, which wasn't like him at all. Then he said softly, 'Are you happy in the Infantry, Hendrick? You can resign, you know.' Hendrick muttered something; Zim said, 'Speak up!' I'm not itching to resign, sir. I'm going to sweat out my term.' I see. Well, the question you asked is one that a sergeant isn't really qualified to answer... and one that you shouldn't ask me. You're supposed to know the answer before you join up. Or you should. Did your school have a course in History and Moral Philosophy?' What? Sure-yes, sir.' Then you've heard the answer. But I'll give you my own-unofficial-views on it. If you wanted to teach a baby a lesson, would you cuts its head off?' Why... no, sir!' Of course not. You'd paddle it. There can be circumstances when it's just as foolish to hit an enemy with an H-Bomb as it would be to spank a baby with an ax. War is not violence and killing, pure and simple; war is controlled violence, for a purpose. The purpose of war is to support your government's decisions by force. The purpose is never to kill the enemy just to be killing him... but to make him do what you want him to do. Not killing... but controlled and purposeful violence. But it's not your business or mine to decide the purpose of the control. It's never a soldier's business to decide when or where or how-or why-he fights; that belongs to the statesmen and the generals. The statesmen decide why and how much; the generals take it from there and tell us where and when and how. We supply the violence; other people-"older and wiser heads, " as they say-supply the control. Which is as it should be. That's the best answer I can give you. If it doesn't satisfy you, I'll get you a chit to go talk to the regimental commander. If he can't convince you-then go home and be a civilian! Because in that case you will certainly never make a soldier.
Robert A. Heinlein