On My Day Off…
On my day off Karin and I decided to go to Disneyland. Man, was I excited. We had a nice breakfast at the Carnation Cafe, took in our usual favorites rides, relaxed in the central park area with our traditional frozen deserts, and wandered through the shops.
Can you spot me on the Space Mountain ride?:
Thumbs up, buddy!
Your thumbs are huge!
I have yet to lose a thumb wrestling contest, and have always been picked up whilst hitchhiking. Back at 6th grade camp I was known as “Thunderous Thumbs”. The Fonz is jealous of me. When I play “this is the church, this is the steeple”, I always poke myself in the eye when I get to “open up the doors”. When I snap my fingers the resulting shock wave shatters windows. My thumbs are registered weapons in the state of Oregon. My texts on my cell phone always look like a drunk clown was pushing buttons with his squeaky nose. Whenever I way good-bye to somebody I have to issue a “danger close” warning to those near me. Whenever I fly I’m required to purchase a second seat for my prodigious digits.
Wait… you’re the one just to the left of the rocket-propelled penis, right?
You’re a sick, sick man…