Me and my brother use to have to kneel for hours on those long plastic mats that use to cover high traffic areas of the carpet. Cept she turned them upside down, little spikes up, on the tile floor. Whipped with extension cords. My brother got soap in his mouth for lying once and got his hand pulled over the lit stove for playing with matches.
Of course her fangs have been pulled for years and she remembers none of this.
My dad, that's another story, made my mom look like a saint. I'd really hope to take my full blown Spanish girlfriend down to Fl and watch my dad have a heart attack. He hated pork chops. :tongue2: