Can’t life just be like life now and then? Why do we have to compare it to a box of chocolates, or a journey, or monkey bars… Wait, monkey bars?
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Um, ok. Monkey bars. Fine. Then maybe it could be other playground equipment, too…
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Life is like one of those bouncy animal-on-a-spring rides; just when you think you’ve got the hang of it, it smashes you in the face.
Some peoples’ lives are like a see saw, one person gets off and the other’s butt hurts…
Life is like a rock wall. Sometimes there is somebody at the top stomping on your fingers.
Life is like kindergarten recess. Sometimes the huge 1st grader with a buzz cut that was held back twice chases you down, tackles you, holds you by the pony tail, and demands that you give him the pink holographic ghost sticker your teacher gave you for cleaning up after snack time. And he gets dirt on your white shirt and your mom is mad at you when you get home and won’t let you watch afternoon cartoons.
Yeah, I’m scarred for life. What mom lets a 5 year old wear white clothing?
I’m not going to lie, when I first read it, i got really excited and thought you were going to make a cookie called “monkey bars”. I think you need to invent a new recipe and pin it:)
Perfect.
Like the first week of kindergarten and you cousin insists that pudgy you can fit in the baby swing. So you get in and she pulls the safety bar down. All is fine until the bell rings when she runs inside leaving you stuck in the swing. Stuck and alone.
Life is like a Merry-Go-Round… its best when it goes fast and you get drunk
Life is like a fireman’s pole, sometimes you forget to hold on and you end up concussed
Life is like your elementary school playground that your family and friends helped build and you enjoyed for many years and then you return years later to see they’ve replaced it with a shiny plastic genero-scape. Memories are cool but shit changes when you’re not looking.
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be careful if you’re a first grader with life like monkey bars…if you let go you could break your leg. true story
Sorry I’m late to the pin party on this one but a few years ago I was going through a lot of maaaaajor crap and it occurred to me that “Life is like vacuuming in the dark: you just have to trust that you’re picking up the right things along the way.” It’s kind of my motto now. (And it’s also on my Pinterest intro, too). OK I love you buh bye!
Sorry I’m late to the pin party on this one but a few years ago I wasgoing through a lot of maaaaajor crap and it occurred to me that “Lifeis like vacuuming in the dark: you just have to trust that you’repicking up the right things along the way.” It’s kind of my motto now.(And it’s also on my Pinterest intro, too). OK lady I love you, bye bye!
Sorry I’m late to the pin party on this one but a few years ago I was going through a lot of maaaaajor crap (yep, just me. no one else) and it occurred to me that “Life is like vacuuming in the dark: you just have to trust that you’re picking up the right things along the way.” It’s kind of my motto now. (And it’s my Pinterest intro, too).
last time I let go of the monkey bars was in first grade. I landed on my arm and broke it in two places. F’ ypu monkey bars, you don’t know me.