Confessionals

Yesterday on Twitter the TT that was going H.A.M. was #BlackParentQuotes, and that got me to thinking of not all the quotable things I was told to as a child, but of all the times I used to catch whoopings. So I told the story of how I was the kid who was always crying on his way to getting whooped because all I could think about was the pain I was about to endure.

For some reason I always caught whoopings in church....CHURCH people!!, u know how embarrasing it is to get dragged into the women's bathroom at church and catch a whooping, and what makes it worse is the women in the bathroom didn't even have the common curtasy to leave and let me get beat in private...oh noooo, they took a seat for the show..all they needed was them little communion crackers and grape juice and it would've been a party..and guess who's the entertainment...my a$$!!

One day I had had enough, I manned up..I said LOOK MOM, I'M 27 NOW, U CAN'T BE DRAGGING ME INTO THE WOMEN'S BATHROOM AT CHURCH AND WHOOPING ME LIKE THIS!!! I'M GROWN DAMNIT!! Needless to say that didn't go over too well..she beat my s$$$$$$$$$ for that boi!! Ruined me for life, I can't even go to church no more..Im known as the guy who gets whooped before announcements..The Announcement Cryer!! SMH.