Last night I watched a TV show I'd never seen before: Wipe Out. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the show, it is an obstacle course game where contestants have to climb, jump, swing and swim to get to the end. The contestant with the fastest time, or longest endurance (depending on the challenge) wins.
The commentary is sarcastic, reminiscent of Blind Date or Maximum Exposure. The entire time I was watching I thought, "Well this is just immature." They showed face plants repeatedly, in slow motion and in reverse. But every time I saw the same face plant I laughed hysterically. I am still shocked at how immature I am. I laughed so hard I started to cry. There's just something about seeing people fall in awkward positions and bounce off of giant rubber balls in ways that human physiology should not bounce that is hilarious.
So, it is officially confirmed: I am a twelve-year-old although I don't look it. I think I'll go get a Slurpee.