Tuesday, June 21, 2011

I. Am. Grossed. Out.

I. Am. Grossed. Out.

Not the usual grossed out, like watching someone puke at the top of a ferris wheel and having chunks of chicken and oysters flung on you from above.
Not grossed out like watching someone take out pushpins from his head,
Not grossed out like watching Sex and the City.

Just. Grossed. Out.


Grossed out like being invited to a seemingly harmless event with your best friend, Caroline, only to be squirted with foul smelling, gooey dish liquid.
Grossed out like realizing that the "Yuck Olympics" was a carelessly understated name for a freakishly weird church event.
Grossed out like being smashed in the face by one of those giant orange rubber balls covered in spaghetti and detergent.

I. Am. Grossed. Out.

But not like rubbing an already sticky towel on my body in the church bathroom.
Nor like drying off my bum with napkins and rinsing out my green gooed hair in the sink.
Not grossed out like watching others throw flour bombs at each other and squirting choco syrup on each others' faces.

I. Am. Grossed. Out.



My Day at the Yuck Olympics ^
                                                   
                                                                                               

8 comments:

  1. Was it at least fun? Did they only provide stuff to throw at you and nothing interesting to eat, like sea cucumbers? What amusement park do you go to where people are flinging oysters and chicken at you from above a Ferris Wheel? Inquiring minds need to know! I work with/for your dad and he mentioned that you're also a weird food connoisseur.

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  2. Yeah, next time bring some live uni (sea urchin) from the Redondo Pier and start throwing that around. If the other kids don't like it, you can always eat it!

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  3. Yeah, puking at the top of a ferris wheel has nothing on this. However, puking on or near the Electric Rainbow at Magic Mountain circa 1978, as your dad did, is pretty gross.

    And how come you wished a happy birthday to Elise but not to your loving uncle? What am I, chopped liver?

    Keep up the good work, your blog is fun and informative.

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  4. To Dan:

    Santa Monica, 2004.

    To Uncle Randy:

    Sorry, Randy it's just a bit easier talking to my friends than it is to uncles. It's kinda awkward... XD kidding! No, you're not chopped liver... you're spaghetti sauce.

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  5. This is not from unknown, it is from Caroline.

    yes, It was disgusting, but overall it was a fun event. Except for the fact that I almost puked and had to clean my self up in the church bathroom.

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  6. hey!!! i thought you had fun at the YUCK olympics? :( o well, things happen you no????

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  7. i did have fun at first, though mind you. =) thx for fllowing by the way

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