Monday, December 12, 2005

Grim grinning ghosts

The Wifebomb and I just got back from DisneyWorld jesterday. WOW! Fucking WOW! You know what's better than going to DisneyWorld as a kid?

Go when you're 30! NEE-HAH!

We ate candy and ice cream all week, we went on the rides a thousand times, and we both regressed to the age of eight-years-old.

Whee! Hooray!

Conditions for fun were optimal - the park is empty between Thanksgiving and Christmas as it is, and it rained a few days in a row. Know what that means? FUN FUN FUN! No lines, no people! Just like when Cartman bought an amusement park all for himself! Whoopie whee! it was like we were able to sign blank checks all week long. We opened the bitch up at 8 a.m. and closed it at 12 a.m.

Space Mountain - 23 times! Haunted House - five times! Splash Mountain - five times! Big Thunder Railroad - four times! Fun overload!

And I got to hug Pooh, Tigger, Eeyore, and Piglet, perhaps the most satisfying sensations of all. It's like getting a furry hug from A BIG TEDDY BEAR!