Recently, I've been reevaluating certain aspects of my life. In order to properly know my current situation, I needed to recall the events that led up to my life as it is now. From my first memories as a toddler, to my first day in school, to the time I broke my arm because I was being a little shit, to penis inspection day.
And then I needed to pause for a moment. I had remembered just how much I hated penis inspection day.
Oh I do remember it clearly. Clearer than most of my elementary school memories. We'd be in gym class and suddenly the gym teacher would separate the boys and girls separate groups. If we both got to play, everything was alright, but if he sent the girls off to play something without us, we knew what was coming. "Fuck." I'd say. Except I actually said "Darn it." or something because I was like six years old. Either way, I knew what was coming.
We had to line up against the wall. One by one, the gym teacher would bring us into his office and inspect our penises to make sure everything was OK. He would stare at it, touch it a bit, shake it around, and feel it at weird spots, and then he'd tell us if our penis was good. I always passed the test, of course. He told me that I couldn't talk about the test with anyone else though because that would be cheating. And I didn't want to get in trouble for cheating so I didn't talk about it with anyone. Then he'd march me out and pick the next boy in line.
So, Newgrounds, do you remember penis inspection day? Do you have any memories you want to share? We've all been through it. Tell us your story.
