Disneylandia

I went to the Happiest Place on Earth because my friend had free passes and my inner children was starting to crawl up the cubicle walls at work and eat paste.

It’s only been since I started exploring Fantasyland as a personal sociological study that I realized what a dark, terrifying existential horror show some of the “little kid” rides are behind that magical castle (which happened to be under construction…so rude). Take for instance Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride wherein Mr. Toad essentially goes on a drunk driving rampage before he ends up in court, and, ultimately, Hell (a traditional red Catholic one…) On the (new) Winnnie the Pooh ride, Pooh gets high on honey in one scene and starts having psychedelic hallucinations. Without a doubt ED is curable. levitra 20 mg This anti-impotence pills succors men suffering from impotence to carry overwhelm tough erection for http://robertrobb.com/realtors-aid-howitzer-at-tax-reform/ viagra properien about 4-6 hours, which results men to espouse eternal happiness decisive with the love mate. http://robertrobb.com/duval-doubles-down-on-argument-hes-already-won/ cialis online If this is the case, you shouldn’t try to compete for the other person’s time. With ordine cialis on line Zenerx Natural Male Enhancement healthy men are enhanced and energized to perform like never before. For a study in simple alcoholism, the Pirates of the Carribean has no competition (still…that ride has soul).

Maybe Mr. Disney was far more advanced than I gave him credit for and while he disguised his theme park as the happiest place on earth, he was really sharing an art therapy project suggested by his lesser known shrink…
I would get into the Nazi sympathizer, but that upsets certain 35-year-old men who don’t like to feel the bitter drum of my diatribe raining on the shining star of Anaheim.

All that said, I know Disneyland better than any childless 32-year-old woman should…

Just for today, I can go to Disneyland.