Never happier to hear the alarm clock...
N. Korea was taking over our country, and they were tearing down all our buildings/walls and such... (I think I was living at S. Korea, but the people there were Americans). THe huge N. Korean Army came in, which consisted of adolescent boys who criticized us with inane comments like "You need to lose 10 pounds!" and when they asked the rest of the crowd, they'd have to agree or they'd get shot (then someone on our side would whisper in my ear... "you don't really need to lose 10 pounds... it's just that we had to say that") We were put into boot camps which were like dormitories and we were put under surveilance. They were watching our every move, and if we did something they didn't like they'd shout it over the loudspeaker system. We couldn't get near our loved ones. We dug holes all day long. JOhn Cusack(or was it that guy from Poolhall Junkies) was there, and he wanted to be my friend, and he told me he admired my courage.
Now, I'm sore as hell from all that digging (i mean...er.. softball)
Now, I'm sore as hell from all that digging (i mean...er.. softball)