So every couple of months, for the past year and a half, I have been going to a place where people rarely get to go to. This is a place filled with happiness. A place where you can get a corn dog and a churro for nothing under $5. You know what place I'm talking about. If you don't you're missing out. This magical place is called Disneyland! Located in the in heart of Anaheim, CA, it is the perfect place to have fun and just chill.
The only problem is that I go there ALOT and my family and friends have started to worry about me. It all started last February when I bought an annual pass. Now this pass is probably the best deal in the whole entire park. For $390 you can come to this magical land WHENEVER YOU WANT! Plus you get free parking, and parking can cost you a pretty penny as with all things in the park do. The best thing is you only have to use it on three different occasions and then it pays for itself! Anyways back to my story... After I bought this pass, my sister said don't be surprised if when you come back from Disneyland one weekend and there's a camera crew in the house filming an episode of Intervention.
Now Intervention is a TV show that focuses on drug users, alcoholics, and people that generally have major addictions. They use the addict's family to basically force them into rehab. I know she was just joking, but what if she wasn't? I could see it now... my family is gathered around, and I come home, churro in one hand, corndog in the other, and Mickey Mouse ears on my head. They would tell me how much they loved me and read what they wrote about me. Then a gray haired, moustached specialist would hand me a plane ticket to some deserted island off the coast of Madagascar that has a Mickey Mouse rehab facility that no one knows about. I would resist like everybody does on the show and then I would come to grips with reality and go peacefully to the rehab center where Disneyland DOESN'T EXIST!
WOW! I'm glad that will never happen cause that would suck!
4 comments:
Yeah, an intervention on national television is so embarrassing. My sister keeps saying she is going to send MIssion Organization over to do my office (it isn't THAT bad, she's just that OCD), but I told her if people with cameras want to come in and put all my stuff in the front yard and sell it, I'm not answering the door.
You just keep on going to Disney. Just remember "No, I'm good. Daddy already went to Disneyland 100 times before you were born" is not a good excuse, in the mind of a toddler. You might want to pace yourself.
Oh how I love disneyland... Let me help you out with that unhealthy habit and fork over your tickets!
Time for the awkward 3rd post, Big B.
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Ha ha that's a good show!
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