One of those “Are you &^%$ing kidding me??” stories for the day:

“A heated debate raged in the Swedish blogosphere on Monday after an eight-year-old boy’s failure to invite two classmates to his birthday party resulted in a complaint filed with parliament.

The policy at the boy’s school in the southern town of Lund was that all children (or all the boys or all the girls) had to be invited to parties when their invitations were handed out in class.

When a teacher noticed that two children had been left out of a party list, she promptly confiscated all the invitations, according to Sydsvenskan.”

I’m so glad my tender self wasn’t living in Sweden during my grade school years. Considering the ratio of bullies-to-friends back in those days was like 50 to 1, my righteous butt-cheeks would have been stomped by 100 bullies right in my own home.

Actually, something like that did happen anyway, one hot summer afternoon when for some reason I was being chased by about 20 angry kids. I pedaled home furiously and managed to make it into my backyard, but they followed me in anyway. We had a pool, and when they saw my parents weren’t responding even though I was screaming at the top of my lungs for help, they decided to toss me in.

This was after my parents had drained the pool of all water too.

So I ended up lying there in the sand for a while, moaning and groaning and wondering why my life sucked so bad.

Ahhhh, memories.