Disney Lush with no alcohol?? How can this be!??! With pics! Update 5/21

[Belle Amy]

I am a drinker. By instinct and by birth. Just ask my family.

The past week, I have had severe tooth pain. It plagues me, when I don't have health insurance, I'm fit as a fiddle. (What does that mean? How exactly is a fiddle fit?) No pain, no sickness...but as soon as I am insuranceless (is that word?) I come down with strange ailments that baffle family and doctors. And also cause pain. Severe pain.

Long ramble shortened, I have an absess tooth. I'm on antibiotics.

In order to make the antibiotics effective, I've got to lay off the alcohol.

This makes me sad.

So I wake up this morning after sleeping 13 hours. I've got some swelling, but all in all, I'm doing better than I have in days.

I dress in my "I'm really excited to be here!" shirt, something that I purchased because I felt the need to show my sarcasm at my old job. I was, in fact, not very excited to be there. See the wit?

Anyway, after I quit said job, it became a theme park shirt. No sarcasm needed.

My fiance, Bri-guy, dressed in his Mickey ringer. This turned out to be forshadowing for the day.

We sat in the living room on our respective laptops. It's pretty bad, both of us sitting online, showing each other random things online, cursing the Disney website for not updating their Star Wars Weekends page. Bri-guy asks me every once in a while what I'm looking at. I look up over the laptop with a glare that says "Take one guess." It doesn't take a rocket scientist.

I'm on the DisBoards. Nuff Said.

So this morning, we check our emails, I hop on the boards to see if there is anything new and exciting, we both hop on myspace for our daily addictions.

Bri-guy pauses for a few, in deep thought. He looks at me with those eyes that say that he is thinking about suggesting something that may not settle so well with me. (No! Nothing like that!)

"You know where I want to go?!" He smirks, knowing that once he suggests the inevitable, I'm bound to agree.

"Disney?" I ask, knowing that in merely saying the word guarantees my approval.


It's not that I don't want to go. I do, more than anything. But we've also got a big weekend coming up that we're trying to go all out for Bri-guys little sister, Whit. She's graduating this year, and we want to have an unforgettable weekend prepared for her. This in turn costs money....I just didn't want to go all out today and forget about the upcoming weekend.

"Well, we aren't drinking, so that will save money!!!" His eyes pleaded with me.

"Alright, alright, just don't give me the sad eyes." Mr. Potatohead's sad eyes be damned, Bri-guys got the saddest sad eyes I've ever seen. I simply can't resist.

So we get ready and decide that this would be the day we face our greatest Disney challenge yet.

We were going to risk the afternoon crowds at Animal Kingdom. Whew.

We stopped to grab some breakfast at McGreasyD's for the convenience, only to be served drinks that consisted of 99% syrup. So sweet, I thought my lips were going to suck inside my head. Mmmmm...that felt good on the tooth.

We left town about 11:15. On the way, we had some severe issues with Love Bugs. The season is apparently upon us. Big time.

My windshield became fogged with the guts of Love Bugs past. Not Herbie. I couldn't be that lucky.

For those unfamiliar with those wonderful and useless insects that infest Florida for a couple months out of every year, Love Bugs are bred specificly to decrease Florida's mosquito population. Seriously. They were bred to eat the larva or something. Instead, they come in swarms and make "love" to each other in mid air, get smooshed on the front of our vehicles, and generally just swarm you when you walk the streets. Their guts seem to be genetically stronger than superglue. They do nothing that I am aware of, and I don't know where they go in the off season. I just know that they land on me while they are "doing it" and it can be rather odd. They do nothing else.

Bri-guy was hanging his arm out the window on the way and was dive bombed by multiple sucidal love bugs.

"Death on impact!" He started screaming at random moments, while wiping the tacky remains off of his hand.

But the love bugs must have had signaled their insect friends before they attempted their final fly.

We started getting attacked by june bugs, flies and any other species of insect. One flew so quickly in the window, it disappeared. Never to be seen again.

This is what kept us entertained during the drive. Fun huh?

Finally on Disney property, driving under the arch, doing the painfully slow speed limit, a blue Oldsmobile passed us like he was on his own insect suicide mission. Dangerously fast on Disney property? Didn't he see the other family pulled over, like a mile back? What a way to ruin a magical vacation!!

So we pull up to the gate at Animal Kingdom and they have just opened a new booth. I'm the first in line!!

And more importantly, I've beat CrazyDriver! And I didn't even try. We pull in at the same time and round the first corner. Except I'm doing the posted 20 mph speed limit and he's doing at the very least 55 in the parking lot. Yeah, I'm a little ticked off.

I start mumbling under my breath and Bri-guy senses my frustration.

We have a rule that while on Disney property, we refrain from any anger or overexcitement. It is Disney after all. But I feel I have to say something to clear the air.

"I hope a monkey pees on his head!" It was the first thing out of my mouth and Bri-guy paused for a moment.

"What?" He shook his head and laughed. "Only you would say such a thing!"

"I'm done. I shouldn't have said anything. But he's driving like a maniac. And he's only a couple cars ahead of us. Like it mattered." I took a deep breath. "And I'm done."

We hopped out of the car, only to see CrazyDriver pulling his three year old little girl out of the back seat. This aggrivated me more, but now we were officially stepping foot on Disney property, and I knew when to let it go. I did have a fleeting thought of taking a picture of his backside and posting it on the boards. That would certainly show him.

We boarded the tram and made our way up to the security area. Since we never pack a bag, we walked past and into Rainforest Cafe.

This is our best secret. When the lines at the main turnstiles are swamped, we walk to the secret Rainforest Cafe entrance. It only has one in turnstyle and one out. But there is never anyone there.

Once again I beat CrazyDriver. I win.

We walk through Dinoland and see the line for Everest across the water.

Maybe we really were crazy.

We get up to the entrance. Only 40 minutes!! Much less than I expected!

There are still fast passes, so we jump in line to grab two and in the line we go.

The line area for this ride is fantastic. It's one of the most detailed, interesting lines I've ever had the pleasure to wait through.


Here are some pics in line.

This is a room that has hiking equiptment EVERYWHERE...those are mittens and boots hanging from the rafters.

I took a picture of this cause it was funny...rum doodle!!

This was interesting.

For those of you who have seen the evil Bambi topiary at Epcot, I think this is his cousin....from the bad side of the family.




The ride was amazing. We managed to get to sit in the front without even asking. At the highest peak we could see out over the park, the Epcot ball and the Swan and Dolphin. Wonderful.

The Yeti was fast but well done. We were going to attempt pictures, but my fear of losing the camera outweighed the need to have a pic of the beast.

After calming down from the heart racing ride, we wandered around the area, looking for any new theming in the area.

We decided not to wait the three hours until our fastpass and headed towards the exit.

I thought it would be nice to give our fastpasses to an unsuspecting couple on their way to the ride. We wandered through the crowd and didn't spot anyone that Bri-guy deemed worthy of the passes. Moreover we couldn't find any couples.

Closer and closer to the exit, I suggested we give them to the CM at the exit at Rainforest Cafe and ask him to give them to the first couple coming in. Apparently this idea did not interest Bri-guy as he dove towards the first couple that he saw, asking them if they were interested.

At first they looked at him as though he held a bomb in his hand. Why would this random park goer speak to me and jab peices of paper towards me for no reason? Bri-guy repeated his words and said "we're leaving the park and can't use them." The guy took them from Bri-guy with a puzzled look on his face. I suppose we will never know if he knew what he held in his hands.

We walked out through Rainforest Cafe to stop and see if there was any merchandise we were interested in....we do get a 10% discount with our Annual Passes! So we look to see if they have anything of interest only because we could get a discount.

And there it was. A shark-head pinchy thing. A shark puppet biter thing. Whatever it is, we've been looking for it.

Bri-guy's sister, Whit, is a very important part of his life. After Brian's father remarried and had Whit with Bri-guy's step-mom, Bri-guy cherished his little sister. They were 9 years apart and he wanted to be sure that she knew she was protected and loved by him.

When he and his father had a falling out after high school, his chances to interact with her became far and few between. With her still living at home with his dad, he could only speak to her occasionally. He missed a lot of her high school years and important moments.

So when certain events brought him back into his families life, he made sure that he was available for her no matter what.

He would do anything for her. As would I. This was her senior year and we've been involved in every activity possible to make sure her memories include us.

Part of these memories include her softball games. Her high school softball team won State Championships this year, and we were at every game, cheering her and her team on.

During one roadtrip to a weekend tournament in Miami, Whit stopped at a roadside tourist trap and found Snaggletooth, the plastic shark chomper toy. She came home with it and played with it non-stop. It had conversations with every member of the family. It chomped the hair of unsuspecting passersby.

That is, until Bri-guy picked it up.

Things sometimes break when Bri-guy touches them. He doesn't know his own strength. Once, at Epcot, we were in Innoventions, in the Smash Labs, where you can smash a large mallet into a television screen. Good times.

Bri-guy pulled the rope. The head of the mallet flew off.

Bri-guy broke something behind plexiglass. Perhaps with his mind. Perhaps not.

Back to Snaggletooth.
On this particular day, Snaggletooth took his last chomp. Bri-guy broke him.

And felt horrible.

Whit didn't seem that worried. "It was like a dollar at some roadside place." She shrugged.

He began the search. But it's hard to define this toy. See above.

He searched on Ebay. Shark puppet. Shark biter thing. See, we got nothin.

So the search continued.

Until today.

When at Rainforest Cafe, Bri-guy spied another shopper with a Dino version of said Shark Biter thing. We followed him, through the store, with him looking over his shoulder at these creepy people wondering about the toy in his hand. Dude, we just want to know where you got that thing. And what you would call it.

We followed him to the basket which contained a brand spankin new Shark Head Biter thing. Which looked nothing like Snaggletooth. But it was a shark. And it bit things.

So we went to pay for our purchase, excited that we would receive 10% off of said purchase. 10% off of 3 dollars. Girl at register couldn't give us the discount. She didn't know how. Another CM next to her helping a different customer told us that we would receive the discount. Our CM poked him and said "Go get the manager", while he was bagging someone elses purchases. As though she couldn't walk the few feet to the manager. It became completely unworth the 30 cents.

We exited the store victorious. 30 cents lighter than we should be, but victorious none the less.

We decided to move on to Magic Kingdom....

Up next, the search for a graduation pin...Will I not find any helpful CM's today? A carnation for mothers day, for a non-mommy? and walking on to many a ride....

Paging Mr. Morrow, Mr. Tom Morrow...

 

[OhMari]

I hope you come back and finish your report. Thanks for sharing.

 

[hucifer]

Amy, that was terrific! Honestely, I laughed out loud several times during your report. You are a great writer! And funny.

We followed him, through the store, with him looking over his shoulder at these creepy people wondering about the toy in his hand. Dude, we just want to know where you got that thing. And what you would call it.

Hilarious!

I know what you mean about the unspoken rules around Disney...no anger, no crying, no ill-thoughts at other people. But when you mentioned taking a picture of CrazyDriver's behind and posting it here...that would have been great revenge.

 

[Minniespal]

Enjoyed reading your report ~ Thanx for sharing.

 

[Belle Amy]

I've been so caught up in Star Wars Weekends, I've let this one slip through the cracks....I'll get it done today! I swear!

Hucifer -- You don't know how much it excites me that you read my reports. And enjoy them. I've been a Hucifer groupie for a while...spent the other day at work reading your entire report from last year! I'm glad that you enjoy them...I'll keep them coming!

 

[Belle Amy]

Alright. Where was I? Jeez, I always promise myself I'll take notes and I don't. Boy, myself should know better than to trust myself.

So...we left Animal Kingdom a shark head heavier. We considered our options and decided to go to Magic Kingdom. I almost opted to take the bus, but didn't want to lug around some strange shark head puppet biter thing. Somebody was bound to ask me what it was, and I'd just have to stand there with my mouth agape.

So we decided to to check out the Polynesian and ride the monorail over.

We've never stayed at the Polynesian together. Bri-guy stayed with a ex-who-shall-not-be-named (yeah, she's uglier and meaner than Voldemort), so I like to make some new memories that do not involve her bald head and odd nostrils. Oh wait, that IS Voldemort...I get so confused.

Anyway, drove to the Poly with no crazy drivers in sight, and got our guest pass from the lovely lady at the security booth. The pass said we had until 5pm to vacate premisis. At that point our vehicle would be used in the nightly torch lighting ceremony and then a pig would be roasted in the glow of the fire. Not really. But I do like to watch things burn. For the record, I am not a bed wetter. That just spells trouble.

Whew. So anyway, rode the monorail, listened to Stitch behave like one of the children that I would roll my eyes at in the parks.

Got inside the park, with no real idea of what we were going to do.

Took some pictures of things I've never taken photos of before. Like the train station.

On the way in, a lovely lady was handing out carnations. It was Mothers Day and I have no little ones to speak of.

"Are you a mother?" She asked sweetly.

I paused, not because I am, but because I wanted a flower. I'm a sucker for some pretty blooms.

I thought better of it, and decided that another unwritten rule at Disney is no fibbing for flowers. But before I could even tell her the truth, she handed me the flower.

"Honey, it doesn't matter if you aren't, you deserve a flower."

I love cast members.

Until you ask them specific questions. Then I'm not so thrilled with them.

Our real search hinged on finding one specific pin. (No Hucifer, we weren't on a search for a Roo pin....although I must be honest, I've been looking for them now!)

We wanted a graduation pin for Whit.

It is our plan to make her a homemade card for graduation, telling her how proud we are of her, and showing her pictures of all that we plan to do during our weekend. We thought it would be a nice touch to get a Graduation Mickey plush and pin for her to add to the surprise.

When we saw the Mickey plush earlier, we decided against it. This year, he is wearing flashy gold robes....and, well, we think our pal Mick is a little more classy than that.

Really, it doesn't fit with her school colors.

We walked into the Emporium with high hopes of finding the perfect pin. Their pin selection is not particularly impressive, but it was the first shop we came to. All of their pins are on the rotating racks that always make me uncomfortable.

It seems every time I look at something on a rotating rack, someone comes up on the opposite side and spins the thing. Then I don't know if I am the offending party that hijacked the rack, or if I should say something about the pin that has just rotated out of reach.

But I stick with my rules and say nothing.

I ask the closest Cast Member if they have the graduation Mickey.

"I don't know."

Really?

I pause, confused. I don't think I've ever been given such a worthless answer from a CM. Now I suppose every once and a while, they slip through the cracks, the ones that just want the benefits and don't really want to help guests have a happy vacation. But I've never met one.

Guess there is a first time for everything.

She just stood there. No attempt to ask anyone else. Nothing. And I had no idea what to say.

"Okay..then." Came my awkward response. Onward.

We decided that perhaps a pin specific store would be better suited to help us. I knew of only one in MK, in Frontierland. So we were off.

The castle on the way.

But first, I had to try something. My first Dole Whip...well, Dole float, I decided on.

The line was a few people long as it was HOT! We were behind 3 people, a man and a woman, who I shall call the slowpokes, and a woman and her child.

Now, it must be known that I never fail to choose the line that something impossible happens, causing me to stand in line for hours at a time. I get behind the people at the grocery store that buy 7 different items, each on a different WIC check. Or the ones that want to purchase one item, but pay with two seperate credit cards, but aren't sure what the limit is on either card.

If we ever meet up, by chance, stay out of my line. And I don't mean that as a threat. I'm trying to help you.

This time was no different. The Slowpokes (not to be confused with the Slowskies) order two Dole floats. Said Dole floats are paid for and the CM behind the counter serves them, then calling on the next person in line. But the Slowpokes are not done. In fact, they are so not done, they need 6 more Dole floats. Each rung up seperately.

The woman in front of me begins to get anxious, and verbalizes her lack of patience.

Now I am not the most patient person. I hate waiting at red lights, waiting for lines, waiting to exhale. But I always stand in the waiting line. I'm used to it.

And I'm glad I didn't say anything at this point either. I was just happy to be there.

Mr. Slowpoke heard Mrs. Anxious expell her displeasure in his 6 seperate purchases.

He turned to her in the most gentle voice and said, "These are for mentally challenged children."

Boy, that shut her up.

Unless it was the best lie of the day. Which it couldn't be. There's no lying at Disney!

Anyway, each one had to be rung up seperately because each child had seperate envelopes with their money in it.

Now, were it me, I think I could have devised a better way to keep track of money, instead of juggling so many envelopes...but to each their own.

So I FINALLY got my Dole Float and I loved it. I, in fact, inhaled it. We walked under the walkway between Adventureland and Frontierland, and into the pin trading store, and it was gone. Inhaled.

Finally inside the pin store, we searched the vast walls for the pin of legends. Still no luck. I feared what the Cast Member would say to me in this store. Perhaps yell at me for getting a carnation and not being a mom. I never knew.

But this Cast Member was wonderful. She looked and could not find it, so she recruited the help of every CM in the place. One pointed us directly to the pin. We win.

At this point, it was time for the parade. We skipped this, thinking it would be the perfect time to hop on some lineless rides.

But not before a high school marching band went down the road. We sympathized for their insanely heavy band outfits, knowing they had to be sweating under that fluffy little feather in their caps.

They passed by and we were allowed to pass across the street before the actual parade started. I followed directly behind the parade, marching in step behind them. I suppressed the urge to wave like a princess.

This gained me a serious look from Brian that said, Get out of the road, you crazy fool.

We walked up to Haunted Mansion, which claimed to have a 30 minute wait. 30 minutes my butt. I didn't even have time to take pictures of all the headstones. It's bad when you are upset the wait isn't long enough.

We walked right in the stretching room, giddy with anticipation about the hanging man. I don't know why, it always makes me happy. That's kinda weird huh?

We made it on the ride in less than 10 minutes, but not before I noticed that the posts with the bats on the top in the line have been updated. The one with the face smoothed off has been retired. This makes me sad. I want it.

I'd read that the audio had been updated since our last visit and I'd definitely say so. It was much louder and clearer than before.

I always like to think about the urban legends that are associated with the ride. Like the person stepping out of the doom buggy during the seance scene and plummeting to their unfortunate death. True or False, it makes for an interesting ride.

We were stopped next to the bride in the attic for about 3 minutes and by the time I thought about taking a picture of her, we were on the move again.

After HM, we moved on through Fantasyland. Philharmagic was calling my name.

I dig this show more than any other 3-D feature Disney has.

I didn't see 3-D for the first time until I was 19 or so. Anyone with perscription glasses can verify, it's difficult to see 3-D with the classic red and blue style 3-D glasses. I've worn perscription glasses since I was 8. I also can't see the Magic Eye phenomenon that was so popular in the 90's. I feel like Willam in Mallrats. And anyone who gets that reference receives a billion points.

Anyway, when Kodak came out with the polariod lenses, I was thrilled. I first saw the birds flying off the screen in Universal Studios now defunct Alfred Hitchcock show. My friends laughed at me for ducking. But to me, it was magic.

So when Lumiere sings and dances, and Ariel sings and opens her arms on the screen, I'm infatuated. It takes everything I have not to burst out in song.

We moved on.

I've never seen Fantasyland so dead. The lines were extremely short and I wanted to take the opportunity to jump on some things that I've never seen. I still have this delusion that someday I will write a travel book about Disney and I need all the experience I can get.

So we took our chances with Snow Whites Scary Adventures. Bri-guy had never been on this either, so we would both be either thrilled or begging for a poison apple.

Well, I'll never ride it again. It was a little creepy at some points and now I understand why the 10 year old boy behind me was so scared. It was frightening. And a little plain for Disney. Come on, I expect more from you Dis!

On to Tomorrowland for a quick spin on the people mover. Yeah, I know that's not what it's called, I don't care.

I've always got to hear the whole Tom Morrow bit. It never gets old.

It also gives us time to think about our next plan for the day.

Now entering, Star Traders.

We decide that we want to take a spin on Buzz Lightyear, mostly because I want to beat Bri-guy where it hurts...his video game addiction.

I'm pretty good at video games. No, I take that back. I excel at them. I've been in mini-tournaments with some pretty serious players. I can hold my own.

Which is why it always feels so good to beat Bri-guy at something that he excels at...it validates me. In some crazy way.

Well this day, it was not to be. Even after the ride stopped in one of the rooms, he still beat me. Amy sad. I've got to figure out the trick. The thing is, I don't have enough coordination to shoot and spin the car, so Brian always controls it, making it easier for him to aim at what he wants. Someday I'll figure it out.

We had decided that we wanted to take a picture of the Walt and Mickey statue with the castle in the background. As many trips as I have taken, I've still not got that classic shot. Sometimes, I'm worthless with a camera.

I got the pic and we made our way back out of the park and onto the monorail. On the way from MK to the Contemporary, our cabin worried for our safety. The overhead announcements (which I always repeat, obnoxiously, in Spanish...it is the only Spanish I know, other than Donde esta la bibliotecha?) were not saying the correct things. We were already well under way when the lovely man overhead said, "Please stand clear of the doors." Everyone in the cabin looked at each other and slowly moved away from the doors. We were a smart bunch.

So we made it back to the Poly in well under our allowed time, and were relieved to see our car had not yet been set aflame. Not that it would be any big loss. It's a peice anyway.

So that's it. I've finally finished this report. I win.

P.S. Disney sure knows how to keep the blooms alive. My carnation is still looking fresh. And I didn't put it in water.

 

[Belle Amy]

For those that know why this post is here....shhhh.

For those that don't, someone broke into my account and posted the exact same trip report twice.

Those hooligans.

 

[hucifer]

Hucifer -- You don't know how much it excites me that you read my reports. And enjoy them. I've been a Hucifer groupie for a while...spent the other day at work reading your entire report from last year! I'm glad that you enjoy them...I'll keep them coming!

Amy, while I'm glad you're a "groupie," I think you're being silly. You write just as well as I do...I mean it, I loved your report. You are sooooooooooo sarcastic, and that means some good reading! Wendy happy.

This was one of my favorite lines:

Unless it was the best lie of the day. Which it couldn't be. There's no lying at Disney!

And this:

We were already well under way when the lovely man overhead said, "Please stand clear of the doors." Everyone in the cabin looked at each other and slowly moved away from the doors. We were a smart bunch.

I have to give you kudos for finishing it so quickly, especially considering how long it was. And I'm surprised that you haven't had more replies...this was a great report!

 

[GOOFYsince71]

Loved Your Refference To The "slowskis"
It Is Sooooo True,find A Long Slow Line,,,i Am In It Too!!
I Am Currently "self Medicating" Also,,,various Stuff...got To Get
Well For Dining Plan Coming Up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks For The Trip Report

 

[Belle Amy]

Holy crap. Did I really post that twice? That just lends to how freaking tired I was when I was writing it. Let me go ahead and fix that.

Or maybe I wanted you to read it twice. Yeah, that was it.

Anyway, Hucifer, once again, thanks for the compliments, I truely do appreciate them. It's hard to write a trip report when you have less than, say, 200 posts. I think there is some sort of board cred you have to build up before people will take you seriously. Or maybe there was a hazing that I wasn't invited to? Perhaps a streaking down main street?

If there is...I'm totally in.


It was so funny, I wrote that whole thing last night and the entire time, every time I needed to get out of my chair for some reason, my DF would stop me and get up and do whatever it was I needed to. He didn't want me to stop the momentum. He's so proud of me, it's like I created the Disboards or something.

Or perhaps I told him I did. I'm not at Disney. Lying may be passable.

But seriously, he looked at me when he had finished completing another task and said, "I'm feeding your obsession," like this was some great revelation. Then he shrugged and went on his merry way.

As for being sarcastic, it's always so funny that when you are sarcastic, and it becomes a way of life, you don't notice that you are sarcastic. It takes someone telling me to realize. And that might be sad. I haven't figured it out yet.


Anyway, I love writing these reports and I'll continue to do so even if no one reads or responds to them...although with responses from you Wendy, I'm sure to gain some street cred!

And thanks for your report, I'm enjoying it, and sharing it with DF as well, who has also laughed and been touched by your words.

By the way, he was wondering about the scar/wart remover you used for Harry's scar...he needs something for his Anakin scar and to cure his dorkiness. Please help.

 

[kathymc]

great report - thanks for posting.

 

[hucifer]

Hmmm...you already had the catchy title going for you. That usually brings in the views. (Think "The Perfect Proposal goes perfectly wrong" and "How to make $3600 on your trip"). Other than that, I'll bump this baby back to the top.

Aww...you're letting Bri-guy read my report...that's sweet.

Okay, the scar...I bought scar solution at a Halloween store. Can't remember the name of it, but some ugly dude with a fake scar was on the package. Buy it, open it, and sniff. If it smells like wart remover, that's it. And it does help to outline the area first with makeup...it really stands out. Oh, and keep reapplying the stuff over and over once the last coat dries. The more you use, the more it puckers up the skin. Good luck!

 

[abe_froman]

enjoying the trip report

and...

"a schooner IS a sailboat"

cheers!

 

[Belle Amy]

Million points to the sausage king of Chicago. And a bajillion more for another line in the movie. That was funny stuff.

 

[DISUNC]

GREAT REPORT! You got lotsa laughs out of me!