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I think I might be sick...

Found out about this ankylosaurus earlier today.

I know everyone is talking about how well preserved it is, but I honestly can't stop thinking about the logistics of riding one.

I could fit on one quite comfortably, and it should theoretically be strong enough to carry someone weighing around 3,000 pounds and all. I'm more so concerned about where I would sit. The neck would be uncomfortable for the dino, and the center has all these tiny spikes running down it. I guess somewhere in the middle to the side of the spikes would make sense, but I don't know for certain.

New Idea for Public Transport! Make giant magnet towers and put people in metal suits and catapult/slingshot them around like angry birds.

The kidneys connected to the egg bone.

The egg bones connected to the flip phone.

The flip phones connected to the trombone.

The trombones connected to the mouth stones.

The mouth stones connected to the red cloak.

The red cloaks connected to the leg room.

The leg rooms connected to the lawsuit.

The lawsuits connected to the bomb soot.

The bomb soots connected to the *shoots gun twice*

And these are the months of the year!

*claps hands twice like in if you're happy and you know it*

My little sister moved her desk into our closet, so now she's my secretary. Every time I leave the room, I'll open the door and say, "Hold all my calls and clear my schedule, I'm going out." It's funny because later she'll come up to me and tell me about all these fictional businessmen she had to deal with in my absence, and if that's not what siblinghood is all about, I don't know what is.

Conversation I just overheard my siblings having in the living room:

Older sister: The police are after me!

Older brother: Are you a taxi driver?

Older sister: Yes!

Older brother: Why are they after you?

Older sister: I was speeding!

Older brother: Is there a child in your car!?

Older sister: Yes!

Older brother: Pull over!

Older sister: No way!

*dramatically sighs as toss myself onto a couch* I wish gay people were real.

I just pulled an all-nighter, as one does, and I went to grab something to eat because I'd prefer not to starve. Last night we had pizza, so obviously I had left over pizza. Make all the jokes you want; I honestly don't care. That was the best thing I have ever put in my mouth. I swear, out of everything, homemade spaghetti, Chinese takeout, butter chicken, cookies, ice-cream, Jello, that Oreo pudding stuff we make for potlucks, my dad's award-winning chilly he stole from a dc comic and has an image of said comic framed and hanging in the kitchen, NOTHING has been better than this day-old pizza.

My beanbag ripped, so now I've resorted to sitting on the floor, like a commoner.

It's almost the middle of the night and I went downstairs to check on my laundry, and in the kitchen stood my older sister making pancakes???

I walked up to her, and she said, "You want some? I made too many."

I think I know who my favorite sibling is.