Yesterday, I wanted to do something nice inside on the rainy day. So I took out my knitting, snagged a blanket, and popped in 'The Lion King 2: Simba's Pride.' I thought the moment wasn't complete enough, so I packed a very small bowl of Tahoe grown green.
Almost immediately, I felt that familiar pang in my stomach. It was calling: "FOOOOD!" I marched over to the fridge. I took out a slice of American cheese. I folded it up into tiny squares to eat and turned around to watch the whole first scene of the movie.
Obviously, being as obliterated as I was, watching the whole first scene was quite the experience. I couldn't get over how powerful and connected to nature I felt. Then I started to laugh. I was all by myself in my apartment with my cheese, knitting and the Lion King 2 laughing hysterically.
It then occurred to me: why is this illegal in the United States?
I believe the government's main argument is that they want to suppress all laughter.
Rotten bastards.
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