Where you were promptly eaten by lions.
Actually, wouldn't that be cool? If there were lions right outside below the balconies? Would bring a whole new level of excitement to falling off, wouldn't it?
Absolutely, I've lobbied for that in the past. What says "vacation" more, than you have mom and dad and little Terri and Sandy sitting out on their balcony watching a zebra munch on the grass, and then get pounced on by a pride of lions! Yeah, man, that's Disney.
But isn't standing beside a lightning rod the safest place to be? Whoops! Fried giraffe. But
I'm safe... at least until the next bolt, anyway. Golf anyone? Fore!
three... two... one... Zap!
Then you hold up a One Iron. As Lee Trevino says, "Even God can't hit a one iron." And he should know, he's been struck at least twice! Hmm, maybe it's for making comments about God?
1. If it's nice now, I wonder how it'll be in a few years after everything's had a chance to take root and develop.
2. Why would the play area get you in trouble? Is there a court order we should know about?
At this point, I said to myself, "Uh, oh."
Yeah, that was a bit of an obvious chapter development coming up, you think?
But if we did, we could ride our flightsticks! I still wouldn't stop what's coming, though. Too funny. (Sorry Smidgy... but it is.)
Wanna hear the strangest part?
She had totally forgotten the whole thing,,,,,,,
until she read it somewhere just recently.
Now she's retroactivley mad at me.
Quiz time! How is Nebo like a cat when it comes to curiosity? Anyone?
Ya ya, but it's ok, I've got nine you know!
Hmmm... I confess. I had to look up the 10 commandments. I think you are referring to #10
"You shall not covet your neighbor's house; you shall not covet your neighbor's wife, nor his male servant, nor his female servant, nor his ox, nor his donkey, nor anything that is your neighbor's."
Yep, you are right, I can't believe I wrote the ninth, my confirmation pastor would be so ashamed.
Smidgy, you have my permission to beat him up. What's that? You don't need permission? Well, no. I guess you don't.
No, she never beats me up, I'm always up before her.
sorry
The. Absolute.
Worst. Thing you could do... and I
so would have done the same thing!
And paid for it dearly, too!
Yeah, kinda like when Josie Wales told the bounty hunter, "Dyin' ain't much of a livin," and the guy walked out, only to return a few moments later, saying, "I had to come back".
This was something you had no control over.
Still worth it. Sorry again Smidgy.
Okay. You asked for it.
Before the days of pollution controls, people would throw everything away without regard for where it would land. Airplane lavatories merely dumped the contents into the sky. Of course as technology got better, the planes would fly higher and the effluent would freeze to the fuselage. When it attained sufficient mass it would break from the aircraft and plummet to the ground. A farmer, tending his field, was struck by one of these meteors and instantly killed.
He was the very first victim of an ICBM.
Ok, I'll bet like a lot of people here, I looked at that for a while trying to totally figure out the acronym,,,for those smarter than me, I apologize,,for those like me, his punch line is close to,, an In-Continence Bowl Movement. and thank you for that, Ponzi,, no, I mean it, I like it.
Sorta like coneheads smacking together?
Yes, most white people should not try high fives, they should resort to the old Italian tried and true method of hugging instead, and then shooting the other person.
Hey, we are an equal opportunity offender here.
Nah, I thought you were saying goodnight for last night 'cause I'm reading this tomorrow to your today. Totally. Ta dah.
ah, so that's why you ended up posting in the future for Marie when she still hadn't know what she was going to type. 
How
dare those people at Disney give us more rides! How thoughtless!
A Disney show "for the rest of us".
Yeah, I don't know why, but I really like Festivus of the Lion King.
But I also like changing the name of Harry's broom from the Nimbus 2000 to the Numbnutz 2000 since that seemed like a much better name for a broomstick you fly on,,,but that one just died a pitifull death. 
German alert! Deutschland, Deutschland über alles...
...well you started it.
Blame Marita, she brings out the hidden German in me.
Pterodactyl!
Oh, sorry, I thought we were doing word association and I panicked.
Oh, hey, if it's pterodactyl pictures from blots, we have now invoked the Horshack test twice in the same trip report.
Cause getting busted with alcohol later in the day is
so much better.
Absolutely, night drunks are ok, but folks seem to frown on those loaded with booze before breakfast.
My disappointment knows no bounds. Thanks for the update!
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