Ah, youth. I heard one eight-year-old (?) kid explaining one of the great mysteries of childhood to another eight-year-old (?) kid today. It's a bittersweet moment, I suppose, when you're suddenly pulled from the naive innocence of early childhood into a more worldly wise, perhaps less enchanted age. There are new enchantments yet to be discovered, of course, but for this one eight-year-old (?), today may have marked the end of his innocence.
"Have you ever heard of an atomic wedgie? They do it to dorks at camp . . ."
Yes, son, I'm afraid they do . . .
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You never know, it could be a form of sub, with major hot pepper action.
...where I grew up it was more "Have you ever had someone beat the crap out of you?"
For me, the answer was "Yes. Yes I have."
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