There's this big bucket we keep in our backyard. I'm not sure why. It doesn't serve a purpose. It's just a big, white bucket in the middle of our backyard. Kinda like a pickle bucket. We had those at Jersey Mike's. They suuuuuucked. It took forever to open them because the lid was like suctioned on or something. That doesn't even make sense, but they were stuck on. If you tried to pry it off with your hands, you'd end up with sliced fingers! Well, not really. But it would hurt your fingers. And what you'd have to do is get one of the knives and slice the lid in four spots, then just pop it off. It took a lot of unnecessary effort.
I misspelled 'unnecessary,' but spell check let me know of my typo. Thanks, paper clip!
The turkey packages were easier to open. You just had to slice the plastic and pop that turkey out. It was cool because it was like a big blob of turkey. Like a beach ball made of solid turkey. Except since the turkeys were covered in slimey slime (or turkey broth, whatevs), they were extra slippery. EXTRA slippery. In fact, this one time, I popped a turkey out and it slipped out of my hands and into the trash bin. I just played it all cool and got another turkey out of the fridge.
Sometimes, when it was a slow day, me and Gabriel would hide in the walk-in fridge. We'd just sit on the pickle jars, eating cheese and pepperoni.
But that's not the point of the story.
It rained a few days ago. Hardcore rain. Thunder and lightning and all that jazz. The wind knocked down our basketball hoop and scratched my dad's car, but shhhhh, don't tell him. I don't think he's noticed yet.
A few days after the storm, I went out to the backyard and looked inside the bucket and there were like a million tadpoles! It was awesome! I tried to show Kayla, but she's a girl and thought they were gross, so I just sat around the bucket, poking the tadpoles with a stick.
When I was Kayla's age, I loved tadpoles.
Actually, that's not quite true. When I was Kayla's age, I went to Mexico with my uncle and cousins and we went swimming in this river and I was scared of getting in because I saw millions of tadpoles and I was scared that they were going to swim up into my wiener. Kinda like those fish in the Amazon that swim into your wiener when you pee into the water and then they lodge themselves in there and start eating all the flesh. Ewwww. Gross.
That was the point of the story. To tell you that I saw tadpoles and it reminded me of that time in Mexico where I thought tapoles were going to eat my privates.
(P.S. Did you know that 'wiener' was spelled 'wiener' and not 'weiner?' Spell check just informed me of that. I had no idea! I always thought it was weiner.)
No comments:
Post a Comment