If you could be a “fly on the wall” anywhere and at any time in history, where and when would you choose?
Imagine me, as a fly, just buzzing around the living room of a 16-year-old Mama Spaghetti.
She strolls into the living room. She is a short, scrawny girl with pink/black hair, bracelets up to her elbows, and baggy pants that are falling off her behind because she thinks it looks awesome!!
She eyeballs the treadmill standing in the corner. What brings her to this treadmill? Is it to lose weight? Not so much. Is it to work up a gross sweat? Nah … she lived in Florida so just stepping outside would do the trick. Was she bored? Ah yes, she must have been bored.
So 16-year-old Mama Spaghetti decides to step her silly behind onto the treadmill. She then proceeds to hit the “on” button. Then she hits the SUPER FAST button and … WHAM !!!! That girl goes flying into the wall!
Yep … if I were to be a fly on the wall I would witness myself being dumb.