So unless you wanna ask Mrs. Kelp for the weed, that is also a no-go." explained Nancy."Naaan. This shit is ridiculous. What are we to do?" asked Dian... in exasperation."Well, my dear, we still have half a bottle of last semester's rum and that would go really well with some very raunchy stories." said Nancy with a not so innocent look on her face."Yes to rum, but no more stories. I wanna move around, do something. Dance and jump and stuff. I wanna move it, move it." said Diana, while jumping up. ..With regards to the actual punishment there wa s often a short pause before (normally my mother) explaining or more lecturing me about how my behaviour hadn’t been acceptable and although there had been ample opportunities to address this over time I needed to learn a lesson. With this over the beating would follow shortly afterwards with my mother whacking my bottom usually 6 times although sometimes this would increase to 10.After a short period my father would then add this was a lesson to. I got one of them Ford F-250's with the crew cab so I carry a lot of shit in it. I reached in behind the passenger seat and pulled out my Winchester 12 gauge pump shotgun. I love that baby cause it holds 8 shots of double-ought buck that can chew up about anything. I went back up to the bedroom and Sara Jane and Stewie was still going at it strong.I really don't think anything is more recognizable than the sound when you lever a round into the chamber of a pump shotgun. When I did that both of. S. ranching region, but his footwear was not. His tanned leather moccasins, high-topped and laced in the style of a rider's leggings, decorated in intricate bead work designs, were not at all typical of modern western wear among anyone, let alone a white man.The elderly investigator studied the photos. The manner of hairstyle, the headband, the moccasins and leggings, all stirred his suspicions. He began to associate the manner of Father Bernard's death to his early memories of long-forgotten.