Tuesday March 15th 2011. Round and round. Why do they call it a merry go round? There is nothing merry about it. When we were kids we used to torture each other on that thing. My brother used to see how fast they can wrap that thing up around until those of us who have not yet fallen off of it clinging to the edge for dear life while receiving splinters in our butts would beg plead and cry for Mercy. I remember the only way we can avoid not taking our guts out would be to lay on our backs our arms and legs wrapped around the metal banisters staring off into the sky whose clouds would twist and turn like a kaleidoscope. The freakish(?) ride from hell does not stop there just because you're an adult. You hop on it graciously receiving they abuse you undoubtedly know it's going to come out of the experience. You take your seat hold on for dear life until the freaks of those splinters in your butt all over again.
