Remember all of those retarded superstitions you had in high school, college or even today? When I looked up and saw it was 11:11pm, I realized two things:
A) I hadn’t blogged today, and
2) This would make for a pretty easy entry. (That’s what she said).
Here are the ones I remember well.
- Make a wish whenever you saw that it was 11:11 on a digital clock. This was mostly a chick one, but if I remembered, I would wish that a girl would deign to touch my netherness.
- Punch Buggy - I can’t remember all the rules, but if you saw a VW bug, you got to punch who you were in the car with, if it was a certain color you got to punch more, and if it had a headlight out, I think you got to kill them.
- Reaching forward toward the very front of the dashboard in the car when you crossed a state line. Don’t know why anyone did this, but the wife and I still do to this day. I’ve even convinced her that my feet while driving reach further forward than what she can reach with her hand, so now we’ve started opening the windows and reaching out that way. Very safe.
- There was some dumb thing about when you got thru a yellow light, kissing your palm and touching the ceiling in the car. That was a chick thing, but seriously, you’re a teenage girl driver. Shouldn’t you be paying more attention?
- If you passed a cemetery, you’d have to lift the index finger of whichever hand was on the side of the cemetery.
I’m not sure what the point of this was, beyond getting a post in for the day. I didn’t want to rail over the media’s fawning over the king of pop/pedophilia, so this will have to do.
It’s my birthday week this week peeps. In honor of that, I’ve given most of you the day off Friday. In exchange, if you’d like to buy me an iTouch or an iPhone, that’d just be great.
Shalom bitches.
FRT
Our version of Punch Buggy was called Slug Bug, and you would just call out the color and hit someone. My former best friend just about got his ass kicked for hitting people too hard.
Any car with a headlight out was a “bediddle”, although nobody was hit.
I had an ex who held her breath when driving by a cemetery. She also held her breath over bridges. On the way to one friend’s house we always had to go over a long bridge that had a cemetery at the far end. It was amusing to see the various shades of blue she would turn.
I don’t remember any of those except the first two. Your birthday is this week? Which day? (You’ll have to email me the answer because you don’t have the fucking subscribe to comments plugin installed so I never know if you reply to comments.)
thanks to Avitable, here’s a value add. Or not.
Testes.
testes indeed.
loved bunch buggy! i also used to hold my breath across cemetaries. another thing i used to do was lift up my feet while driving over railroad tracks (even if driving). lol!
FRT - I used to carpool to school with one of our high school classmates, and she would spit three times in quick succession every time she saw a dead animal on the road. In the car. Made for an interesting commute.