Motherfucking Disney.
I've never been. As a child, I thought it would be cool but my family didn't really have the money for it. No biggie. I wasn't a needy child and all I needed was friends and the outdoors to run around/ride bikes or some video games.
Now? Just kill me. Disney Disney Disney Disney Disney. It's all I ever hear. My wife has a friend whose job, it seems, is to market and promote Disney. So my wife is always in my ear about the fucking place. I honestly have no desire to go. But everywhere I go, there's other adults telling ME that I should go. "It's such a fun time. Even for adults. You'll love it..." FUCK YOU.
My step-daughter has already been like a gazillion times and yet, she just has to go again. I'm like, almost to the point where it's just "fuck it. Let's go and get it over with." But that isn't how this works. We go now, and my not-even-one-year-old daughter doesn't remember a thing. So we have to go back in a few years. That makes two trips. But when she's about six or seven, we'll have to go again. That makes three trips. Three fucking trips and $12,000-$15,000 to go to the same fucking most loathesome touristy place on earth.
I'm sure some people on here feel the opposite.
To me, Disney is a creepy old pervert waiting around every corner I turn with his hand out for money and his dick out for my kid.
I don't view Disney like others do. I cringe when I hear it. It would be like everyone telling you that rape is amazing. You just HAVE to get raped. It's fun for everyone. You feel like you live on a different fucking planet. Then, after you hear endlessly, over and over, just how great it is and you realize that you are just going to have to give in, you relent. You've thought about the details. You know what it is going to be like. "Okay. Rape me." Well, just you fucking wait, because once you give in, someone you love says "aaaaaaaaactually...it's going to be a gang rape. Yeah. You're going to have to let three people rape you at the same time." No [Mark May]. Once you find out the details of all of it (flights, fucking hopper passes, the room, meal plan, pixie dust for your asshole,) it's even worse than you imagined. You aren't getting any lube. None of that. It's gonna be three huge dicks in all of your holes at the same time.
A truly magical place.
Edit: almost forgot to mention. When is this trip supposed to take place? Well, none other than Labor Day weekend. Sorry. Everybody knows that is fantasy football draft weekend. These drafts are not online. They are parties where we drink, eat, hang out and draft awesome fucking fantasy football teams. It's the one weekend out of the whole year that I have planned in advance. My wife knows this and yet always wants to choose THAT weekend to go places. I feel that I am being fairly reasonable when I say "pick any god damn weekend in the whole fucking year but THIS one."
I use trips to Disney to weed out people who I thought were otherwise intelligent and well adjusted humans to reassign them to my mental, "Oh, you're just a pathetic moron, I was wrong" bin.
If they go more than once, I assign them to the "God help you when AKAK is supreme ruler, we're going to have to sterilize you" list. Why would you pay for it twice... I mean, I had a zoo pass for a while... sooner or later, they want to go for dippin dots and leave.
And yeah, I've been there. My father and step mother, pathetic morons. It is what it is.
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