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John Smith 21/10/13(Wed)21:26 No. 47938

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When I was a kid, every day after school I would take the bus to my Grandma's apartment. She would watch me until my parents got off of work. But on days when Grandma had a hair appointment or bridge club, she would send me to her upstairs neighbor's apartment, some man I guess she knew. He wore turtlenecks and was really weird. Every time I went me to this guy's apartment, he would tell me that it was my birthday, give me a Birthday Bread, and sing Happy Birthday to me. Every time it went the exact same way. My Grandma would send me upstairs, I would knock on his door, he would answer it, see me and say "Oh! There's the Birthday Boy!" and tell me to go inside. He'd say "Go sit at the table and I'll get you your Birthday treat". He even had a little thing he would sing to himself when he was making the Birthday Bread, "Take a piece of bread, spread the yogurt on, you got yourself a Birthday Bread!" Then he'd bring me a piece of plain white bread with strawberry yogurt on it and a single candle in the middle. Then he'd light the candle and sing me Happy Birthday, and wait for me to eat the Birthday Bread. After I ate the Birthday Bread, he would let me go watch TV until my Grandma came and got me. Obviously, the first time Grandma sent me to this random guy's apartment and he told me it was my birthday and gave me a Birthday Bread, I was weirded out and pretty scared. So I told my Grandma what happened and said that I didn't want to go back, but she just said "He's fine", and never said anything else about it. But any time she had something to do and couldn't watch me for a while, she would send me upstairs and I would get a Birthday Bread. I never told my parents because I didn't think they would believe me. Now seeing this story written out it looks just as stupid and crazy as it did back then. Why did my Grandma send me to this guy to watch me? Who was he? Why did he always think it was my birthday? Has anyone else ever had a Birthday Bread?

John Smith 22/07/26(Tue)22:54 No. 48274

He was probably enlightened

John Smith 22/07/29(Fri)04:06 No. 48276

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OP's thumbnail looks like a bald fat guy smoking a cigar.
Perhaps i'm putting too much into this. apologies but at least not interesting.

John Smith 22/08/02(Tue)03:36 No. 48280

Jeez John,
At my work, whenever a particular employee walks in we all say "Woah! Is that the man of the hour?! Happy birthday Kevin"! His reaction is part of the reason it is done. Perhaps you played off this shenanigan in an amusing way.
Set in stone,
John Smith

John Smith 22/08/22(Mon)03:58 No. 48287


John Smith 22/08/27(Sat)21:27 No. 48291

Easy there, friend. That sounds like interesting talk.

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