Precious Panda # 4
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Things that make me happy?! There are just so many! Mr. Miagi and Ken Jennings tend to make me smile. I’ve been known to grin while jumping on a trampoline. Using “post script” instead of p.s. at the end of letters also fills me with warm fuzzies. And there’s always Euro-Disney, sacre blue! However, if I had to narrow it down to a few small things, they would be:
--My kick-ass immune system. I have the Arnold Schwarzenegger of disease protection systems, meaning that my anti-bodies make homophobic jokes and sexually harass germs before killing them. IT’S NOT A TUMOR! Bring it on, Cholera, I’ll take you and your stagnant pool of a home on any day!
--Elevators. I don’t know what I would do without my sloth boxes! Well that’s not true, I would walk up and down stairs a lot, but who wants to do that? I mean, unless your former slam-dunk champion Spud Webb?
--Mullets. From 1985-1990, I rocked a mullet. I rocked it so hard it hurt. I’m fairly convinced that in retaliation for me causing my mother a lot of pain during childbirth, she made me into her walking fashion disaster when I was too young to know any better for her own amusement. Those pictures, especially the one where I’m running through the sprinkler with “Mondale-Ferraro 84” t-shirt on, always make me smile.
Post-script: Saved by the Bell re-runs also fill me with giggles and kittens!
Things that make me happy?! There are just so many! Mr. Miagi and Ken Jennings tend to make me smile. I’ve been known to grin while jumping on a trampoline. Using “post script” instead of p.s. at the end of letters also fills me with warm fuzzies. And there’s always Euro-Disney, sacre blue! However, if I had to narrow it down to a few small things, they would be:
--My kick-ass immune system. I have the Arnold Schwarzenegger of disease protection systems, meaning that my anti-bodies make homophobic jokes and sexually harass germs before killing them. IT’S NOT A TUMOR! Bring it on, Cholera, I’ll take you and your stagnant pool of a home on any day!
--Elevators. I don’t know what I would do without my sloth boxes! Well that’s not true, I would walk up and down stairs a lot, but who wants to do that? I mean, unless your former slam-dunk champion Spud Webb?
--Mullets. From 1985-1990, I rocked a mullet. I rocked it so hard it hurt. I’m fairly convinced that in retaliation for me causing my mother a lot of pain during childbirth, she made me into her walking fashion disaster when I was too young to know any better for her own amusement. Those pictures, especially the one where I’m running through the sprinkler with “Mondale-Ferraro 84” t-shirt on, always make me smile.
Post-script: Saved by the Bell re-runs also fill me with giggles and kittens!
posted by Anonymous at 12:16 PM
1 Comments:
"meaning that my anti-bodies make homophobic jokes and sexually harass germs before killing them."
this is comic gold.
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