A Day With The Most Hated Man

Alright here's what's up.
We all hate North Korea. Don't lie and say "Oh, they aren't the worst. There's still hope." No, there's not. He's evil. We hate him. As Mericans, we all must hate this country and the man that leads it. It is what we do as Mericans. So, what if we had to spend the day with him? What if one of us had to spend the day with Kim Jung Un? What if I had to? Well, I know exactly what I'd do.
First, we'd play legos, because no one on Earth can resist playing with legos. Not even a dictator too short to rind the Wild Thing at Valleyfair can resist them. What would we do next? Well, what would anyone with a height complex do? I'll tell you what they do, since I have a height complex. Us short people like to build forts. It makes us feel better that we can make better forts than tall people. Don't as how, we just can. It's a gift. We short people can build fantastic forts.
After building the fort, we'll sit in the fort all day and play board games, like CandyLand and Shoots & Ladders.With luck, he'll win and he won't want to kill me. Maybe he'll let me win one though, just because he feels bad for me. A lot of people feel bad for me, it's a gift. Or a curse. I don't know.
So that's what I'd do with the most hated man on the planet. I'd make him feel like a kid. Feeling like a kid makes you happy. Happy people just don't blow up counties.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Easter

Alright, here's what's up.
So, for Easter this year, I had no family. My father was in Vegas and my mama was sick, so I was alone. I was totally and utterly alone. Or was I? I was lucky enough to be alone on a holiday! I was invited to go to my wonderful friend Sara's house for the holiday. It was a good time. I felt incredible awkward because I was dressed up way more than I needed to be and I knew about 4 or 5 people there, but it was still a good time. The food was fantastic, like the cheesy potatoes that there like. It was like "DAYUM, these are some mighty fine potatoes."
While waiting for the food, Sara and I sat around and watched the boys in her massive family (a bunch of gingers and freckled O'Connors) play really old video games. I even got to play a little. I sucked, but it was still fun. Easter didn't last long, because Sara had to work. Like really, who has to work on Easter? That's just ridiculous. So, I only got to stay for a little over an hour and when I got home I made cereal and sat on the couch in my pj's, but I still had a fun.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.