
So for my mothers 135th birthday she wanted us all to head out to Disneyland to marvel at the absurdly high priced sodas, be amazed at the sheer amount of tiny asians tourists, become annoyed at the sheer stupidity of the general public and it’s inability to walk in a straight line while doing damn near anything else. Check, Check, and check all three were accomplished with ease. Here’s some random pictures I took when I wasn’t busy dodging three foot failed abortions headbutting me in the genitals.

The Beast as a little squirt in a goofy hat. 20 years later—not much has changed.

This is gonna be my wife? Lord help me.

My nephew. He’s 32, I’m a giant

C Jr. Nephew no. 2 who apparently had to shit every time we were in line. He fucking rules.

Twin Towers of Terror.

He wanted a Kobe jersey. Instead he got a Ron Artest summer dress.

Grandmas beware of the tiger attacks