I Love LA

Reflections on a trip I once took to Los Angeles:

The weather was very hot. It was, however, slightly lower than my body temperature so I don’t understand why I felt so uncomfortable. It was so hot that you could fry an egg (if you had a frying pan and a stove).

The drive to California seemed to drag. You can only sing the theme to the Flintstones so many times before it gets on your wife’s nerves. It occurred to me that if I ate insects, I could have a feast on the car grill.

Upon arrival at Disneyland, I was extremely disappointed to see a zipper running down the back of Pluto. I bet the dog inside doesn’t look anything like Pluto.