Remember the kid that asked me if I was running in the Olympics? Well, today I saw him again and he figured that since I was weak-sauce and wasn’t running in the Olympics after all, that he would race me. I kicked that ten or eleven year-old kid’s butt in a 40-yard sprint. I mean I really whooped him up good and showed that kid who’s boss. I would ask you to step up and be my next challenger, but I’ve since decided to retire and leave racing fifth-graders to the professionals.
The Coin Count
I was robbed of my penny today! I reached down to pick up one of the grossest pennies I ever laid eyes on, only to find to my surprise that it was completely molded into the road as part of the street’s landscape – Smashed into the asphalt by weeks and weeks of passing cars. Apparently, to my emotions, this is the same feeling you get when someone has a dollar attached to the end of the string and pulls it out just as you’re ready to pick it up – Yeah. It sucked.
I think I’ll go back tomorrow with a hammer and a chisel. I’m serious.
Running Total: 73 cents