Marilyn's Diary

 

I would sit on the stairs and wait for my Uncle Herman to come home from work. Uncle Herman had a lot of jobs. He had been a baseball player, played in a band, worked construction and at Disneyland. He only worked there for a short time. He really didn't like it. He started at the Frontier Land where he sold coonskin caps. Then he worked at the Its A Small World After All but he was just too big. Then he was at the Wonder Wheel where he got fired. You see there was a height requirement and you had to be three feet tall to ride. But they lost the yardstick, so Uncle Herman decided to measure the little tykes with his dick. Unfortunately, that didn't work so he lost that job.

For the rest of his life Uncle Herman always hated Disneyland. The trashed all the rides. There was only one ride he liked, and he rode it every night.

Me.