The Day I Got Arrested for Being Inspired by a Lion King Song

So I want to start by apologizing for not posting in a while….I’m so embarrassed to tell you this but I have been in the slammer. Yup, trapped like a rat behind bars all because I had a great idea and then a stupid sandwich franchise tried to claim it was theirs and then I tried suing them for every penny they were worth only to be accused of “living under a rock”. I do not LIVE UNDER A ROCK you toe-suckers…so you can all fart in bags and sniff your own brands for all I care because sandwiches are ruining my life and on top of that they are ruining my grades! I got an F on my project for plagiarism for a great idea. I am shocked and embarrassed and appalled at the American education system.

Anywho, I will tell you what happened so you can all feel really sorry for me and be on my side.  So it all started when in my Creative Thinking class we were all required to do a project that required creative thinking. SO I came up with a real doozy of a great idea. Man, I tell you of all the fabulous ideas to pop out of a human brain mine was the best and I was sure I was going to get an A+ IF NOT HIGHER! It came to me while I was listening to The Lion King album because the really emotional Circle of Life number gives me inspiration to be awesome.

You know when the music gets really good and then you all of a sudden think of something mediocre to write about but the chorus makes you think what you are writing is really genius and you even squeak out a tear over something that’s practically crap, well looking back on it in my jail cell I guess that’s what happened to me.  But here’s what I was thinking, you know living in a city where you have to use public transportation a lot and especially the subway system, I bet you get a real hankerin for some fresh fruit. You know, standing down there in those dirty underground tunnels, I bet you yearn for something pure and natural like biting into a fresh apple or strawberry. So that’s when my idea came to my head that would improve both subway commerce and the health of mass transit users everywhere! Subway.Eat Fresh. I made up a whole plan to put fresh fruit and vegetable vendors in every subway station everywhere! When you are yearning for a carrot, just go to one of my Subway. Eat Fresh stations and all your sorrows will crunch out of your body! So at this point not only did I think I was going to get an A on my business and health initiative but I also believed I was going to be a millionaire soon.

False, false, false. Even when I win I lose and end up in jail. So I put together this really awesome poster with my logo in white, green and yellow colors to subliminally message freshness (I didn’t even know I was so smart…this logo came to me so fast!).  After I finished my poster I stepped back and looked at it, I knew I was dropping my cheese puffs snack on a gold mine! As I was presenting in front of my peers, I looked around because I wanted to witness the jaws dropping, the tears of joy weeping from eyeballs all around the class. I wanted everyone to feel my passion for fruits and subways pouring off my body! All I saw was stupid Meg Hicknose and Mollaria snickering uncontrollably! Then I looked over and saw BoShelby on her cell phone!  Rude! Turns out she was calling the police on me because she’s a jerk and a half. Two minutes later after I finished my presentation and NO ONE EVEN CLAPPED FOR ME, 3 police officers and my teachers escorted me into the principal’s office.

It was there that they told me plagiarism was a form of stealing and that I was a dirty rotten mouse.

“WHAT ARE YOU CRAZY ANIMALS TALKING ABOUT!? YOU THINK I’M A THIEF BUT I AM A GRADE-A GENIUS! HOW DARE YOU!” I screamed in fury. “I AM JUST TRYING TO SAVE THE SUBWAY SYSTEMS OF AMERICA FROM MALNUTRITION AND YOU ARE ALL RUINING MY LIFE!”

That is when some skinny little guy with glasses walked in. Everyone looked at me like they were waiting for me to have some type of revelation. He stood there awkwardly staring at me in silence.  

“What is with the skinny quiet guy!?” I shrieked.

That is when the police and my teacher introduced me to Jared, the spokesperson from Subway. Apparently this “Subway” is a nationally renowned subway chain and Jared has made people skinny all over the country while simultaneously making Subway jillions of dollars.

Jared tried to psychology my ass with how he was disappointed with me stealing and blah blah blah blah. Want to know what I said!?!? Okay I will tell you, I said, “Jared, you vain little chipmunk, sorry that my life does not revolve around your journey to skinny and whatever but legit I came up with this business all by my lonesome and if you try to take credit for my awesome project I will……”

This is when I was dragged out of the room kicking and screaming and cuffed and thrown in the slammer. “THIS IS THE LAST TIME I CARE ABOUT THE HEALTH OF ALL MASS TRANSIT USERS EVERYWHERE YOU INSENSITIVE BEAN-HOLES! S MY D!”

So that is how it happened and while I tried to sue Subway the judge accused me of being either a sheltered hermit or a liar. After my rough couple of weeks, I was getting ready to take the subway to a therapy session but I was really hungry and looked around and found…I kid you not… a little vendor selling fresh fruits next to one of those gosh-darn forsaken Subways. You know what I did? I ordered a chicken-bacon ranch from Subway. Now I know what all the hype is about because boy do I love Subway and on top of that I’m down a size!

All I Wanted Was a Haircut So Now My Day Is Bad

My mullet was out of control. I don’t know why my hair grows like that. My front hairs grow like a tiny baby’s and my back hairs are in a race to my butt. When I put my hair in a ponytail I look like the Justin Bieber My Little Pony Doll. Not awesome.

My mother decided I needed a haircut even before my regularly scheduled bi-weekly appointment because I had a baton twirling competition that upcoming weekend. During the fire portion, if I even swiped one little whispy of out of control mullet hair with my flaton (my word for flaming baton…duh) the whole building would catch on fire.

So…we went to visit Tabby, my stylist/mullet controller. I had a really hard day that day because my boss at PetCo told me I was making the dog ensemble smell like toe jam and Mollaria and Meg Hicknose told me that my pink jellies I love so much were way out of style and that twenty-something’s shouldn’t be wearing them. Brat-holes.  All that I had gone through that day got me really hungry when I sat in the barber chair so I asked Tabby if I could eat a buttered bagel while she snipped away. I think that made her uncomfortable.

Anywho, the really bad part of the day didn’t come until mid-haircut when Tabby gasped at my scalp in horror! “WHAT TABBY?” I cried, afraid I was going bald or something.

“You have a wad of blue gum stuck in your hair! It’s really old and really hard!”

This was horrendously embarrassing! I wanted Tabby to think I was hip and awesome and now she was gaping at a piece of ABC gum dangling from the party portion of my mullet. “I don’t even know how old this is! It’s like a rock and you have a ton of hair stuck in it!”

I wanted to run out of Funky-Doos with my hair half cut and my snippet protector cape still on…but I didn’t, I decided to play it smooth and cool. “Oh…haha…yeah that must be my boyfriend um…John Daniel’s gum. We got a little hot and heavy in the back of my fifteen- passenger the other night!”

This seemed to get me back into Tabby’s Cool-Cat Club (that’s what I call it at least).  As my mouth was spitting out more lies about my fake boyfriend John Daniels, in my brain I tried to get to the bottom of where this gum came from and how long I had been walking around with it in my hair like a nut crack. Then it hit me like a ton of shoes…really heavy shoes…almost like clogs.  It was a week and 3 days ago and we were watching The History of Wild Rice in my Grain Studies class. I was up so late the night before working really hard on my personal choreography to It Wasn’t Me by Shaggy so I was super duper tired that day. Alls I know is one minute I was watching a native sniff a piece of rice, and the next I woke up with drool all over my desk and a lot of my hair in my mouth in an empty room…EVERYONE LEFT ME THERE! Fart suckers.

My mom had given me Cotton Candy Bubblicious that morning because she caught a whiff of my breath and said it smelt like moldy pot roast…rude. I should have questioned the gums location that day when I woke up and it was no longer in my mouth. I figured BoShelby, my nemesis who thinks she can talk to squirrels, took it because she really really wanted gum that day. I probably never felt the stupid wad because it’s on the side of my head that I always sleep on so it always looks nice and flat, why the heck brush it right!?

Well, I don’t want to bore you with all the gory details…but I will. So, because I just HAD to perfect my provocative dance moves to Shaggy and just couldn’t stay awake during the darned flippin rice film and then had to cover up my blue wad with lies of sexual encounters in my fifteen-passenger here is what happened:

1) Tabby told me she needed to cut the wad out and it was going to  make my hair be a shaggy mushroom cut so I told her I would knife her if she did that and she squirted me in the eyes with her moistening bottle. Hence, now I have shroom hair and a blood-shot eye.

2) My mom was so concerned with my large van kissin (THAT DIDNT REALLY HAPPEN!) that she brought me immediately home to have the birds and bees talk  and demanded I call John Daniels so she could speak to him so in a panic I dialed one of the six numbers I have in my pre-paid, the taxidermy store. My mom was really concerned about me after that.

3) I bombed my rice quiz and had to stay after to retake it, at which point I fell asleep again and got Big Red stuck in my hair. It’s still dangling right now but can we say hello to the only chance at cool I have left? The fade.