tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038208200300862494.post8932964575591702962..comments2015-08-14T17:12:04.902-06:00Comments on Welcome to StabbyMart: THE BAD ONE BALKS AT EFFORTThe Managementhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17942886978085965712noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038208200300862494.post-1381548616054534002009-10-17T20:35:25.869-06:002009-10-17T20:35:25.869-06:00I don't think I'm going to have a Goody. ...I don't think I'm going to have a Goody. Fairly positive I'm going to end up with two Baddies.<br /><br />Unless Oliver ends up more like me, in which case it will be Baddy and Pussy. Evelyn will crush him under the weight of her evil machinations.Snathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17075210681778390258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038208200300862494.post-71286239685603475862009-10-17T20:31:15.915-06:002009-10-17T20:31:15.915-06:00Smiley Bad Middle Child is still more motivated th...Smiley Bad Middle Child is still more motivated than I am. She's cool. I bet she'll give the boys hell. You're probably just jealous that she's pre-empted your fatherly duties years in advance.Metric Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13161628021469438320noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038208200300862494.post-44333855287840725362009-10-16T19:44:08.667-06:002009-10-16T19:44:08.667-06:00Smiley, bad, middle child is my favorite! I adore...Smiley, bad, middle child is my favorite! I adore her!<br /><br />My much younger stepsister was our bad seed. She had pale, milk white skin and if she was pissed at me for something, she would smack the hell out of herself and get a big ol' red handprint on her face or leg and then run & tell her mom that I did it. Sometimes I *did* do it, but not often enough and that's not the point of this particular story...anyway, good luck with that one!Laineyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18233452153258897072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038208200300862494.post-92222967171974840552009-10-16T18:27:36.439-06:002009-10-16T18:27:36.439-06:00I would vote for Baddy in whatver endeavor she cho...I would vote for Baddy in whatver endeavor she chooses to pursue. But I have a feeling that voting won't be necessary, no democracy needed for the hostile takeover.<br />I was such a good kid (as far as anyone knew), that when I got in trouble I was shocked at being punished. One day I did something like, maybe, take my mother's contacts out of the case while she was napping in the living room. And dropped the contacts behind the couch. Just maybe. And I tried to deny it when she started looking for them, but I didn't have anyone else to blame it on. And I got a spanking! From my father! And I marched up to my mother and complained, arguing that I didn't GET spankings. Her response: "Apparently, you do."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038208200300862494.post-59905080195283100892009-10-16T18:27:27.535-06:002009-10-16T18:27:27.535-06:00HA. I was, like Rusty, ever so good at getting my ...HA. I was, like Rusty, ever so good at getting my little brothers into trouble. It was so easy! I would just torment him til he hit me, then run off to Daddy. I was Daddy's little girl, for sure.<br /><br />And I have also mastered the "let someone else get annoyed and do it for me" plan as well. It still works quite well. I reverted right back into it when I moved back home, too. WIN. I did the same thing in school--why study when I could get Bs without doing so?Lizziehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12639850172943893454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038208200300862494.post-55889851405456880542009-10-16T18:18:13.671-06:002009-10-16T18:18:13.671-06:00Your story about Baddy sitting in the corner remin...Your story about Baddy sitting in the corner reminds me of the epic showdowns I'd have with my father at dinner time. We always had a vegetable side with our dinners, and whenever it was green beans or lima beans, I would flat-out REFUSE to eat it. My father would tell me, "You're going to sit there until you eat it." And so we would sit there, at the dinner table, for hours. My mother and brother would finish eating, he would wander off, she would clear the table, do the dishes, and then leave, and my father and I would still be sitting there. Sometimes he'd even go watch tv and leave me alone at the table. <br /><br />But one thing always ruined his plan: bedtime. There was no way he was going to let me stay up late (considered a treat) or ruin my sleep schedule (sleepy kids are cranky kids). So I considered that a win.Mel Biv Devoehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038208200300862494.post-6410730861000774332009-10-16T16:35:42.563-06:002009-10-16T16:35:42.563-06:00i don't think i need to tell you that i was th...i don't think i need to tell you that i was the bad seed.<br />she sounds lovely.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038208200300862494.post-63397089141591665752009-10-16T16:33:37.924-06:002009-10-16T16:33:37.924-06:00Oh, man ... I guts me one a those ... she's fo...Oh, man ... I guts me one a those ... she's four - and has already mastered her evil plan laugh. I am a feared ...<br /><br />All I can say is: Good luck (to both of us)Danica-Dragonflyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13211849231665337448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038208200300862494.post-3268567364927442532009-10-16T15:51:05.264-06:002009-10-16T15:51:05.264-06:00My older sister used to get me in trouble all the ...My older sister used to get me in trouble all the fucking time. I remember one day she was hitting me in the back seat and all I kept saying was, "stop hitting me." Finally my dad heard it, watched in the rearview mirror and said to her, "Quit hitting him."<br />"But he started it." Evil Sister<br />"I don't care who started it." Dad<br />She hits me.<br />"Fine, Ty, next time she hits you ya have permission to hit her back."<br />"That's not fair." Evil Sister<br />"Life isn't fair." Dad<br />She hits me.<br />I nail the holy fuck out of her.<br />"I didn't say that hard." Dad<br /><br />Not that I was picture perfect. I confessed to my mom the other day about washing our mouths out with soap. My mom always wondered why my sister would spit, gag, and cry. I would just sit there and look at her...calm as a hindu cow. I told her it was because when I took a bath I started brushing my teeth with soap to get used to the taste, build up a tolerance. I was 6.DeistBrawlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11208558981915537789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038208200300862494.post-31052227310764212112009-10-16T15:31:52.989-06:002009-10-16T15:31:52.989-06:00Ha! Yeah, I've got a touch of the stubborn to...Ha! Yeah, I've got a touch of the stubborn too. Although I never bit myself to get my younger brother in trouble, it was more fun to psychologically torment him knowing that it would make him actually hit me and achieve the same goal. <br /><br />Last night on the Daily Show, Jon Stewart pimped a book written by someone who works there called "I am a Genius of Unspeakable Evil and I Want to be Your Class President". I desperately want to read this for Cannonball read and afterwards will tell you if Bad One should read it too.Genevieve Burgesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10579522602118671819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038208200300862494.post-83535565351318646742009-10-16T15:18:06.765-06:002009-10-16T15:18:06.765-06:00A devious mind will lead to a wildly successful ca...A devious mind will lead to a wildly successful career, culminating with ascendancy to Prime Minister of Canada.<br />Or, Evil Overlord of the Planet.<br />Either way, WIN!<br /><br />(You two is teh gud parentz.)Spenderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15058731351393554627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038208200300862494.post-10336958727098902452009-10-16T14:13:59.594-06:002009-10-16T14:13:59.594-06:00Baddy scares me. Especially since she's the s...Baddy scares me. Especially since she's the same age as my son. They. Can. Never. Ever. 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