Dancin’ in me Birthday Bones

I just remembered it’s my birthday, so I have to pass along this story:

One year on my birthday when I was just a little 17, my dad sent me and my little sister to the store right up the road for a loaf of bread. It should have taken about 30 minutes tops round-trip. So on the way back I decided we should take a short-cut (even thought the trip there was a straight shot). This involved a trek through the woods. Well, we got lost, and didn’t get back home for hours, well after supper.

I got my ass beat on my birthday for that. The moral of the story?: Tell your dad to go get his own fuckin’ bread.

Anyway, it’s my party and I’ll post what I want to (as if you could have stopped me before). So I’m just gonna mix it up. Please do the same.

And lets try to avoid any pesky accidents with birds freely falling down stairways, shall we?