Fourwheeler Trip

So, I like four-wheelers!!! Who doesn't right? I was riding a mini four wheeler, and trust me, these things are easy to drive, but have the WORST balance. So I'm letting my friend ride on my four wheeler, he's on the back, and I go around a sharp turn... not smart. So he flies off the back and I am left in complete paralysis, thinking "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH", as I crash into a tree, managing to flip the four-wheeling onto it's side, without leaving a single mark.... I don't even know how that worked. But I bet I didn't look normal flying through a field on that thing.

Yeah, not very normal, I probably need some important help, special help. Luckily, I came out unscathed, for those of you who cared. It could have been ugly, like, really ugly...

The lesson is here, always lean when turning on small, red, four wheelers in a big field on a dead-end street.

First Post

I'm new here, and this, this right here, is my FIRST post. I have a very normal life. My average starts out a little like this. ----->

It's not that I'm disgusting or anything, I don't choose to drool...
So after crawling out of bed, all I hear is "BARKBARKBARKBARKBARK" from my neighbors dog. Not only have I bought a muzzle for all 6 of those obnoxious dogs, but I've called the cops. Apparently they don't get the message. All someone has to do is walk past. They might be across the street, and walking on the sidewalk or something like that, and "BARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARK". I don't know what the dogs see, but I see a person walking....

 

Okay, so dogs see ninjas... 

After my episode with waking up and the dogs, I usually sit down and eat some cereal while I play on the computer....

And that's pretty much how my day goes. Except when I go to bed, then I have nightmares, like green giants from the green bean cans. Yeah, those things haunt me... I'll be walking down the street, and BAM! WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?! Boom Pow... GREEN GIANT!!! The dogs don't like that, nope. Because what they see, is a tall person in a green shirt asking me what time it is, and then me screaming. What I see is a green giant asking me what time it is because he wants to know what time he last ate. Dogs don't really care though, they bark anyways. And that just makes me think there's more to worry about, because now the dogs see the green giant as a threat too. So I'll be running down the street, and I live on a dead-end street, so at some point I stop, waving my arms like a lunatic. The worst day is St.Patrick's Day.

Yeah..... WELL NOW YOU KNOW LOTS ABOUT ME!!! (Maybe a bit too much)