A strange custom:
One child crawls through a tunnel made of other children the crawling child is spanked on the bottom by each participant. The spankers laugh hysterically.
The concept of automated and industrial scale corporal punishment originated in 19th century Russia.
It’s true!
I’ll spare you the details. Let’s just say that the concept has evolved from judicial whipping of peasants to tunnels of birthday abuse for today’s schoolchildren.
A good friend of mine turned XX (not Roman numerals) and she has such fond memories of the Spanking Machine!
I made her a card:
Thank goodness the deck broke her fall. This wasn’t the first time she threw caution to the wind. It was, in fact, the third. Words are unnecessary when there is photographic evidence of this nature (if you are squeamish, scroll no more):
That’s what a tail looks like when all of the nice stuff has been ripped off of it. Or, as the vet told me, “degloved.” We can’t imagine what she did in the cat world to deserve that treatment.
Meow!
And just to keep it fair, here is a Father’s Day card:
And a bear wandered up to a strip mall last week in Cottage Grove. I felt it should be commemorated.
Look if you must. Sometimes it is better to face the painful, it desensitizes the mind.
Mother’s Day is coming up but you don’t have to get your mom a card.
Well, congratulations Doctor Hvorostovsky!
I have only one thing to say:
I won’t complain about the weather because that’s about as interesting as listening to someone list their health problems. But I WILL say this:
Oh fine, here’s a new card inspired by the endless Winter:
