An Oh My Blog! Award from My Dear Friend Jeannie

SB's less-than-humble ass received an Oh My Blog! award from the lovely Jeannie of Going incognito. Link: http://mytwocents2.blogspot.com/

One of the options for receiving this award is to define the soundtrack of my childhood. I will list a number of soundtrack items below.

1) The theme song to Gilligan's Island sure as fuck defined my childhood. SB watched EVERY FUCKING EPISODE of Gilligan's Island multiple times a day. I am still attracted to fat friends, because I am always looking for my Skipper. [Remember, I was a VERY SKINNY kid. That made me Gilligan, motherfuckers. Yes, I am sexually confused, but you know that already.]

2) My mother's screams. I was forever running off to a neighbour's and not wanting to come in for dinner and a bath. Also, I got in a lot of trouble, like the time my friend Pat and I threw marshmallows in the windows of a squad car. We were in a tree, damn it. We didn't notice the lights or the emblem on the damn car!

Also, Pat and I called the elderly neighbour man a goddamn baby. Again, the Moms screamed at my ass.

And also, when my cousin, Rob, and I cut Daddum's leather riding mower seat with an old knife we found in the garage. The Mom's was pissed. BITCH SCREAMED. That was like in stereo, because Daddums screamed, too. It was tag team screaming.

3) The sound of police car sirens. We lived a few houses down from the Lee family. They were a bunch of juvenile delinquents, many of whom now reside in the state penitentiary. One of them wanted to date me (I always attracted highbrow men), and in order to woo me, ate a Daddy Long Legs spider. It didn't work. Me no wantum date little Timmy Lee.

Okay, that was a handful of the sounds which made up the soundtrack of my childhood.

Thanks for the award, Jeannie. SB loves you so! You are one of my best Canadian friends (along with Sweden).