Tuesday, July 25, 2017


I turned 39 today. One of my friends wished me a happy birthday in sort of a back-handed kind of way. I was about to say, "When do I get my birthday spanking?" Then I realized, what the fuck? Birthday spanking? Where did that come from?

In kindergarten we had a teacher who gave us birthday spankings. Don't worry, she wasn't whaling on us or anything, but I'm not going to say it wasn't creepy. We would get a light slap for every year of our life (plus one for good luck).

I'm pretty sure that wouldn't fly today. I'm not traumatized or anything. There was no physical damage. But still.

That's fucking weird, right?

No comments:

Post a Comment