Every once in a while, when I am perusing through my blogroll, I come across some posts that make me smile. Sometimes, I even snort. Oddybobo causes this reaction in me quite often. I'm not entirely sure why, though I suspect that it's because her blogger persona is so completely different than mine.

In this post, she talks about getting into trouble as a youngster.

I have been kicked out of every fast food joint in my home area. I was kicked out of Burger King for simulating that oh-so-memorable scene from When Harry Met Sally. I was kicked out of McDonalds for snapping all their straws. I was kicked out of Wendy's for insisting that they did not, in fact, make my burger my way since it was square and for the love of all that is holy, a burger should not be square. I was kicked out of Long John Silvers for screaming, "This Fish Is Made Of People!" I was asked to leave the premises of the Hot Dog Shoppe for trying to walk through the drive through, and I was asked to leave the pizza parlor for starting a tini-tiny food fight. I am sure there were others too.

I really didn't get into a lot of trouble in my youth. I would rarely talk out of turn in school, or in front of adults because I was just too shy and would have been painfully mortified to be pointed out in a group of people. Teachers were well aware of this fact, and admittedly, even if I was involved, there were quite a few times that people didn't believe I had anything to do with it because I was a "good kid." And no, I didn't set the record straight for the most part.

Go on over and visit Oddybobo and tell her I said hi! And while your at it, go take a peak at her son. Could it be that the apple never falls far from the tree?

Can someone please tell me if there really is special underwear for Mormons?