Amazing
You got that right. I am. After today, I know that I am destined to accomplish great things, and there is nothing more satisfying than knowing that nothing can stop me. And, you know how I figured that out?
Well, today, after nap, Mom and I decided to make a trip to the playground. We walked out the door of our apartment building, and that's when it hit me. No, not my pure "amazingness" but the stench. It was Eau de Korea but an all-new concentrated version rated a 10 on the stench factor scale: an exquisite combination of rotting flesh, pig farm, and canine anal glands. [A Texas feedlot smells like a fresh batch of homemade cinnamon rolls in comparison.]
I know what you're thinking, "Jack, come on. Stop exaggerating." Oh, I wish I were. Now, you're probably also wondering whether I hurled, passed out, or ran back inside screaming like a little girl. Neither of those. No, I was so determined to go down the slide and swing that I simply choked down the heavy air and made my way to the playground. Now, that's how I know that I am destined to conquer. If I survived Korea at 4:30 pm, Sunday, February 6, 2011, I might as well sign up for the mission to Mars.
[You're probably also wondering what happened to Mom and whether I ventured to the playground without parental supervision. Would you believe that she was as determined to go to the playground? Yeah, I was shocked considering that a few weeks ago, she couldn't stand the smell of an onion and still can't stand the smell of grease. I think winter-weather-insanity has slowly set in.]
Well, today, after nap, Mom and I decided to make a trip to the playground. We walked out the door of our apartment building, and that's when it hit me. No, not my pure "amazingness" but the stench. It was Eau de Korea but an all-new concentrated version rated a 10 on the stench factor scale: an exquisite combination of rotting flesh, pig farm, and canine anal glands. [A Texas feedlot smells like a fresh batch of homemade cinnamon rolls in comparison.]
I know what you're thinking, "Jack, come on. Stop exaggerating." Oh, I wish I were. Now, you're probably also wondering whether I hurled, passed out, or ran back inside screaming like a little girl. Neither of those. No, I was so determined to go down the slide and swing that I simply choked down the heavy air and made my way to the playground. Now, that's how I know that I am destined to conquer. If I survived Korea at 4:30 pm, Sunday, February 6, 2011, I might as well sign up for the mission to Mars.
[You're probably also wondering what happened to Mom and whether I ventured to the playground without parental supervision. Would you believe that she was as determined to go to the playground? Yeah, I was shocked considering that a few weeks ago, she couldn't stand the smell of an onion and still can't stand the smell of grease. I think winter-weather-insanity has slowly set in.]
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