But as you can see, my toilet time was actually blissful, the happiest part of my day. Still is. Nothing wrong with that.Life-warped
Tuesday, January 17, 2006 at 1/17/2006 09:55:00 PM
happiest part of my day
It has sometimes been suggested that all my problems stem from my parents' abusive toilet training techniques when I was a baby.
But as you can see, my toilet time was actually blissful, the happiest part of my day. Still is. Nothing wrong with that.
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at 1/17/2006 09:41:00 PM
fatherly advice
Usually, my father wasn't keen on passing on his skills and wisdom to me. Okay, he did take the time to teach me how to salute, but that was just so that I could salute him.
The only other thing he taught me was this: HIM: That thing you were doing in the bath last night, you've got to stop doing that. ME: What thing? HIM: Don't act smart, you know what I'm talking about. ME: But I was just ... HIM: Look, I'm ordering you, stop it. It'll turn you blind and you'll have deformed children.
The only other thing he taught me was this: HIM: That thing you were doing in the bath last night, you've got to stop doing that. ME: What thing? HIM: Don't act smart, you know what I'm talking about. ME: But I was just ... HIM: Look, I'm ordering you, stop it. It'll turn you blind and you'll have deformed children.
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