I wrote this while in NYC a few years back, and thought I'd dust it off, because who doesn't like a good banana peel story?
Today while on the subway, I ACTUALLY saw someone slip on a banana peel! I almost cried I was so happy. That's one more thing to scratch off my list of things I want to see in my life. I love when events that are usually only possible in cartoons happen right in front of your eyes.
Once, at the kitchen table, I put a big glob of mashed potatoes on my spoon, pulled it back like a catapult and aimed it at my sisters face. I let go, and to my surprise, hit her right in the eye. Its one of the best memories I have as a child, especially because she has NO sense of humor and ran into her room. She really doesn't think anything is funny. Not even Sinbad or that cute little Amanda Bines, or even George Bush.
In the 2000 presidential elections, my sister had a TIME magazine that she wanted to keep with Bush and Gore on the cover. I did what every good citizen did at that time and promptly drew a mustache on Dubs. FUNNY. Not to my sister. She told on me. Yup, I was 18 and she was 23, she told on me. Luckily, Mary and Dick are democrats, but they didn't take too kindly when I drew a stache on Jesus. I know he already has one, but I gave him a really dope one that he could twirl if he wanted.
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Nanner peels.
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Stories and other folk-lore about moving back home after 9 years of confusion, laughter, drunkenness, clarity and getting slapped down and raised up by the universe and all its contents. And, probably some weird drawings and other nonsensical musings. Thanks for stopping by!
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Dude. Sal has a blog and she is updating it. What the hell is up with you? (I'm kidding, but I'm serious.
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