Whoopie Cushion

Sorry about the lack of updates, although I'm fairly confident the only one who reads this is Jill...so Hi Jill.

My days basically start at 11am and go straight till midnight. usually nonstop. The bad part is, hardly anything humorous happens to blog about.

Except tonight. Lonster Monster and I got carried away with a whoopie cushion while watching Conan O'Brien. Laughter at every toot.

I remember one time when I was like 10, our family went to Wet n' Wild for the day. John brought his whoopie cushion, to which he wouldn't let me play with. So clearly I stole it from him. Then inflated it, and fell back onto it and landed on my butt, right on top of the cushion. Normal technique. Yet I think I may have put too much force into it because the whole whoopie cushion burst and didn't work anymore. There was a hole in it. Oh dear. John had a FIELD DAY. He threatened me and made me buy him a new one.

I have yet to buy it...

D.