MY Disneyland Story
Heres my excellent Disneyland story:
As I waited in line for Splash Mountain, I could feel it. A slow, cold pain, reaching into my very soul, and hands. They turned purple and gray, to the horror of Ashley. As such, I went to sit down. On my way there, I decided to purchase a refreshing carbonated beverage, despite having one only minutes prior. The disease was a thirsty one, and it would not be denied. I proceeded to down the drink in 30 seconds, and for the moment, my throat was quiet. But my hands, head, and soul...were not.
BTW, all you valley types, my family and I have come to the conclusion that my mysterious illness was attributed to food poisoning, probably caused by improperly cooked meat prepared by me the day previous. Or it could be the typhoid...
As I waited in line for Splash Mountain, I could feel it. A slow, cold pain, reaching into my very soul, and hands. They turned purple and gray, to the horror of Ashley. As such, I went to sit down. On my way there, I decided to purchase a refreshing carbonated beverage, despite having one only minutes prior. The disease was a thirsty one, and it would not be denied. I proceeded to down the drink in 30 seconds, and for the moment, my throat was quiet. But my hands, head, and soul...were not.
BTW, all you valley types, my family and I have come to the conclusion that my mysterious illness was attributed to food poisoning, probably caused by improperly cooked meat prepared by me the day previous. Or it could be the typhoid...