March 2012
17 posts
Anonymous asked: not sure if you have answered this question before, but how do you type your blogs?
catchingfear asked: Top five most important things to you right now?
Almost fell off the toilet.
I live life on the edge.
Finally some time to work on a new story
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It's funny because I have no muscles.
Mom: Andrew, can you help me open this jar?
Andrew: Ask Shane.
Ask me some questions. I need inspiration. :D
Twitter!
From now on @LAMNightmare will be your source for all news related to my nonprofit! We’re going to do big things and we’d love if you’d follow us!
@LAMNightmare will also feature lots of funny tweets to keep you laughing along the way.
In case you missed it!
It is with immense excitement that I am posting to officially release the website for Laughing At My Nightmare, Inc! www.laughingatmynightmare.com For those of you that have been following me from the very beginning, you have witnessed the process of turning a blog about my life into a nonprofit with a mission to change the world. Making people laugh is what I love. That will never change, and...
At Last!
It is with immense excitement that I am posting to officially release the website for Laughing At My Nightmare, Inc! www.laughingatmynightmare.com For those of you that have been following me from the very beginning, you have witnessed the process of turning a blog about my life into a nonprofit with a mission to change the world. Making people laugh is what I love. That will never change, and...
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You guys will enjoy this... Toilet Haikus →
My friend Lily and I created a new literary genre, and a corresponding collective. Please submit original haikus that you write while on the toilet.
I’ve never been defeated in musical chairs.
For my 5th or 6th birthday I desperately wanted a Potty Training Kelly doll. I got it. And I played with it a lot.
Not really relevant to the theme of my blog, but nonetheless interesting.
Whenever anyone asks about the buttons on my wheelchair, my automatic response is, “that button is for the rocket launchers.” That way, if the person replies, “wait really?” I know we are never going to be friends.
As Becca and I were walking out of Walmart...
we heard a tiny squeak of a voice behind us yelling “miss! miss! excuse me miss!” So we turned around and the greeter, a woman who had to be at least 105, came limping up to us. She looked at Becca and said, “Does he want a sticker?” I yelled “SURE!” before Becca could answer for me, which probably caught Mrs. Old Face Walmart Pants off guard, since she clearly...
