Which Sport Are You?

"The forecast this week will be sunny and humid in Orlando." Well, that's what the weatherman said! I don't know, just stuff I want to bring! I pack pants, shorts, T-shirts, sweatshirts and a poncho just in case! Just shorts and a T-shirt because it's so HOT down there I fry!!! Whatever. Like no one knows what the weather will be like in Orlando!

"Scr*** the weatherman!" God, and I was relying on him! I cheer! Yaay! I had the clothes I needed. I deal with it. That's how I roll! I go buy the supplies I need, otherwise I'll be soaked! Scream and head for under cover.

Come back out and lie by the beach. I take back what I said to the weatherman... *blushes* I'm mad because I spent a buttload of money on what I needed!!! Take my stuff off. It's worth packing stuff you need! Well, it was kind of worth it wearing shorts and a T.

I cry, sob, moan, scream. I'll go buy a replacement when I get home. No worries. I checked EVERYWHERE for my stuff, and I'm guarunteed it's in my luggage. WHAT?????!!!!!!!! Who cares?

I stop and say, "You idiot! Stop freaking people out!" I TOLD you! Man, you gave me a heart attack! Well, I kinda cared... Whew! I thought I lost my iPhone!

Milk spilled everywhere. "Hey, Mittens, there's milk on the floor!" My bag of potato chips. My bed :) My good friend called Television, ready to watch the next match as soon as I unload. The weatherman on TV, coming up with other hypothesises for the following week.

I don't have to listen to HIM anymore! I'm in it right now, so it's not gone! No, because I'm holding it, you moron! Oh-NO! Well, that's what Mittens is for!

Oh yeah! Oh yeah! I've been planning this ALL week! What was this quiz about again? Yeah, even the weatherman brought it up... Yup!