After posting to Trumpy’s thread about chicken snot a couple times, I remembered something: when I was in elementary school, every day had a different theme.
Monday: Marriage Day. Don’t get caught speaking to or looking at a member of the opposite sex. You’ll be teased mercilessly about marrying them.
Tuesday: Backwards Day. If you say you hate someone, you really love them! Etcetera.
Wednesday: Wedding Day. Same as Monday.
And finally, the most dreaded day of all.
Friday: FLIP UP DAY! Girls, don’t wear a skirt or dress because it will be flipped up and everyone will see your underwear.
Did anyone else do this? Or were we especially twisted in late 1970s Virginia?
It is much easier to see ourselves as better than or even worse than, rather than accepting that we simply are. - John “The Penguin” Bingham