Did you know there was such thing as forcible twerking?

Well there is. No matter how many times my laptop attempts to replace the word "twerking" with "tweaking" (we're up to 3 for those counting at home), it's real. And it happened. And it scarred a man for life.

At least that's his story. The whole thing is just the kind of bizarre circumstance that many people would just shake their head and try to process in the car on the way home while they eat the Drake's Coffee Cake they bought.

I'm fairly certain that this very scenario occurred to me on a multitude of occasions throughout my life. I mean, when you're 17 and someone starts forcibly twerking on you at a gas station in the City of Poughkeepsie, you don't call it "forcible twerking," you just call it "Tuesday." Partially because twerking wasn't even an identified term.

It was a simpler time.

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