Originally posted by: Gaard
funny story:
One day when I was about 10-12, me and my little brother were rough housing around. After about the umpteenth time telling us to knock it off, my mom got up and took the yard stick to us. (Are any of you old enough to remember when all mom's had yardsticks to help with sewing? It's just like a wooden ruler but it's 36 inches long...duh) Anyways, it broke when she smacked my brother's ass. We both busted up laughing...my mom didn't say a word. She grabbed her car keys and drove off. A few minutes later she pulled up, got out, and walked in the house...carrying a METAL yardstick! Yikes!!! She laid it on the table and said "Now. Settle down!"
Today, me and my brother are in our late 30's. And we still bring this up to my mom and all crack up.