Every day this season I'm betting on baseball and putting my dignity on the line. Every day I lose more bets than I win means a pie thrown in my face and a square of my choice from the Pick Your Punishment Board, which contains messes like a pie spanking, a bucket of slime, maple syrup, and naked pie barrage, to count a few.

My birthday was a little while back, and I posted a poll on Twitter asking my followers what my birthday gift should be. Unsurprisingly, they voted for "Naked Pie Barrage." My last hope was that my girlfriend didn't see the poll or the final results.

Narrator: she saw them.

And this is what happened.