One sunny day I was at my grandma's for lunch. (btw it was like five years ago) I was watching tv in the living room, and my chubby little cousin came up to me. She had the most handicapped smile ever, I'm serious it was like Stephan Hawking's face was taped to a chubby midget cross with a bird..... Anyway, handed me a crumpled little piece of paper, it was REALLY screwed up it looked like it had an STD of some sort. So I uncrumpled it and I saw something that gave me nightmares for at least a month, all the while the twisted Stephan Hawking smile was still painted on here face. I finally mustered the courage to say something, here's what I said "ummmmm, this is a pretty good bird.... dog....... cat...... ostrich?"
Then as if punched by Chuck Lidell her face turned to a frown, and she said "I HATE YOU" and kicked me in the shin. I cried all the way home thinking of her twisted smile and that creepy ostrich drawing thing. I have always hated ostriches since then. But Stephan Hawking still scares me to this day
Poor, Poor, POOR me. I'm Scared,
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