The Prince of Whales

On a daily basis my big brain laughs in triumph over most day to day tasks that involves the category of thinking.

There have been days where I think so brilliantly and so fast with my thinking that my brain makes Speedy Gonzales look like Regular Gonzales.

Honestly, though, I don't consider myself the smartest person in the world. I have always felt myself to be slightly educated, but recently it has come to my attention that there is a place I didn't know about called Whales and there is a prince of it.

When I think of Prince of Whales, this is what I actually think of:

I do know this much.  The people of Whales are in grave danger.  Thankfully, we are trying to save them from the throes of death.

There are very distinct differences between Whales and Wales.

When I see grammar mistakes, little knives shaped like grammar, deception and betrayal make herculean efforts to stab into the big brain with such a mass amount of force and confusion that I begin to second guess my own ability to determine right grammar mistakes from wrong grammar mistakes.


I begin to feel as though I have been shanked by the alphabet.

The Prince of Whales has made it his quest in life to undo the wrongdoings of misspelled words.

Apparently, through no manipulation of my own, I possess the world's supply of awesome.