I F@%!ive You
This is a guest post from Lance Morgan. (We’re not related. At least I don’t think we are.)
I remember the first (and last) time I got my mouth washed out with soap. What brought out the bottle of liquid soap and toothbrush? I had smarted off at my mom.
Now, before I had my mouth washed out, I had heard of this type of punishment from my friends. So I have to admit, I was pretty curious as to how the punishment was going to be executed. Was I going to have to hold a bar of soap in my mouth like in the movie, “The Christmas Story”? Or was I going to have to bite off a piece of soap and chew it up, and swallow it.
None of the above. I had to squirt liquid hand soap on my toothbrush and scrub my tongue for five minutes. I believe that is the worst way to execute that punishment. Since I had to use my regular toothbrush, the taste of soap lingered for a couple of days after.
Speaking of saying things we shouldn’t, have you ever said the F-word? It’s not that easy to say. There are situations in my life right now, where I need to drop an F-bomb. But this time, it’s an F-word we actually should be saying.
I forgive you.











