• Hey Guest!
    British Car Forum has been supporting enthusiasts for over 25 years by providing a great place to share our love for British cars. You can support our efforts by upgrading your membership for less than the dues of most car clubs. There are some perks with a member upgrade!
    **Upgrade Now**
    (PS: Upgraded members don't see this banner, nor will you see the Google ads that appear on the site.)
Tips
Tips

You have a PM.

Share this page

G

Guest

Guest
Guest
Offline
Does that creep ya'll out, or what? I just followed a thread that was ended by that message from The Emperor and I immediately cringed. Had flashbacks to 1954 when Mrs. Paulson told me to "wait for her in the cloak-room" whence she would tan my hide with a 24" paddle. Deja Vu all over again.

I think I need a couch and someone to talk to.
 
As my kids would say when the pass comes in requesting one of them to go to the Vice Principal's office, "oooooooooh"
(and then say quick prayer of thanks that it wasn't YOUR name on it)
 
I feel the same way sometimes. I posted some lyrics recently and the thread was nixed. The Emperor was 100% correct but I could not help going "gulp" when I say the PM.
 
I remember when I was an Army dentist, back in 1970-72, at Fort Polk, LA. Once a month the BIG Colonel would come through our clinic and we knew exactly why he was there. Someone had orders for either Vietnam or Korea (yes, we were in Korea then too). Everyone would shudder and when the Colonel would come over to your dental chair and put his hand on your shoulder, the kiss of death, grown men would cry, literally. Well, everyone but me. I had volunteered for Fort Polk, the armpit of the Army, and the Colonel said anyone that volunteered for that assignment didn't need to go to Vietnam.
That, plus I cooked barbecued pork ribs every Thursday which we requisitioned from a mess hall and the Big Colonel always sent his courier for his share. Nobody wanted to kill the cook.
 
Wait'll you go to the little flashing PM flag, open your messages, & out of the blue there's one from the Emperor....heart skips a beat for a second as you wonder if its just a friendly "hi" or a "you screwed up"..hehehehe
 
TR6BILL said:
....Mrs. Paulson told me to "wait for her in the cloak-room" whence she would tan my hide with a 24" paddle....
Click to expand...

<span style='font-size: 17pt'> The Cloak-Room!</span>

I been repressing that for years!
The little hairs on the back of my neck are standing up right now.
Our's was at St. Bridget's in Toronto in the late 50s.

The Sisters used a long leather tool called "The Strap".....enthusiastically.
 
<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Quote:]The Sisters used a long leather tool called "The Strap".....enthusiastically.[/QUOTE]

The visuals I'm getting - shudder!!
 
aeronca65t said:
<span style='font-size: 17pt'> The Cloak-Room!</span>

I been repressing that for years!
The little hairs on the back of my neck are standing up right now.
Our's was at St. Bridget's in Toronto in the late 50s.
Click to expand...

I feel your pain. Ours was at St. Thomas's. No strap, though, just a ruler. Outside the cloakroom they also used missiles, usually a blackboard eraser. They were expert at "just missing". You'd lean over to do something totally innocent like talk to another kid or pass a note and ~BAM~, an eraser would hit your desk and cover you with chalk.
 
Ah! the good old days...I can remember being sent to the Headmasters office for a caning!...six of the best!! Ouch!! /bcforum/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/cryin.gif
 
Basil..see what you've done...need to put a smiley face on those PM's....

for those of us that grew up in Catholic schools "The NUN...GOD'S MESSENGER of PAIN and SUFFERING"
 
<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Quote:]for those of us that grew up in Catholic schools [/QUOTE]
I was leaning out a classroom window on a warm Spring day back in the '60's talking to a girl on the 1st floor steps below when a ruler landed right across my back - no warning, no nothing - just a hard whack...left a mark for days....mom told me I should've known better...'penguins' had support from everybody!

Daughter, who graduated from a Catholic high school in 1990 tells me there's no difference in my stories or hers - only the habits changed! For every one I have, she has one that's similar.
 
<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Quote:]there's no difference in my stories or hers [/QUOTE] LOL...Tony that's because it's the same NUNS...if everyone could always get their frustrations out that way life expectancy would increase to 120 years!!!
 
Back
Top