Anyway, this beautiful, or shall I say atrocious, playground also had a fun little stair to walk on. In my day the stairs would try to kill you. You know that trick where you pull a chair away right when a person is about to sit down, that was what it was like. Now you tainted, corrupt, decomposing kids are safe, well guess what, when it comes time to survive in the concrete jungle you�re red meat. May I add I like my meat rare (muhahaha).
Playgrounds aren�t supposed to be nontoxic, they should be hazardous with many pits of jeopardy. Back in my day there was a game with the true meaning of jeopardy. You would see how far you can lean without falling over. Playgrounds these days are meshuga, they have no purpose. The reason why I�m so successful these days is because my amazing wit. And I got my wit from my street smarts. And I got my street smarts from the playground. I took so many risks on that playground and you are trying to tell me that they have artificial railings so kids wont get splinters. Why, back in my day we would pound tree stumps into our legs for fun. You kids are complaining about splinters? It makes me queasy every time I here or think of any life form other then myself. There must be an end in sight, when kids are forced to lay down bowling pines again. You inconsequential, dull witted, criminal kids. Never bother me at my home either.