I just had a birthday, which made me wonder what I was up to on birthdays from years past. I went back into the closet and found the following:
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Tuesday, June 7, 1988: Today I turned 13. I had to take exams on my birthday. That is the 1st time I have had to go to school on my b’day. I think I did o.k. in English, Reading, and Social Studies. Tomorrow I have Math and Science. I’m worried. Tomorrow is the last day of school! I played baseball and rode on the Great White Shark styrofoam boat with Kevin and Mac. One of my presents was a season pass to Opryland. I also got an OP pair of flip-flops and a plaque about “teen creed.” I got $5 from Kevin. Everyone else sent me money in a card by mail.
Thursday, June 9, 1988: Today, Josh, Mark, and Trey came over for a birthday party. We watched “Oh! Heavenly Dog” and “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.” Then we played basketball and went nigar-knockin’. Then, we scooped some of Pokey’s poop in a plastic bag and put it on the Cooks’ doorstep, rang the doorbell and ran! We played Nintendo for a long time, talked, and fell asleep.
Completely unedited. Censorship sucks! Fight the power!
Yeah, I was hesitant to post all of my words from 20 years ag0, but I figured if I couldn’t spell an epithet, I clearly didn’t understand what it meant. That’s just what little cracker boys in TN called knocking on a door and running afterwards. Of course, now I call it “a good way to get shot.”
those were the good old days, fkc rules futch out
Interesting note on this subject: I suppose I was paid back for laughing so hard at this post last night. Someone rang the doorbell at 10:00pm. I saw some shadows running down the street. Freakin’ kids!
Nice! Poetic Justice for the F’head!