With respect to the title of this post, I think you all know what I'm talking about. I'm talking about this place, from whence I have just returned:
Now you may be asking yourselves why on earth I, being an adult with no children, would go to Disney World. I really can't answer that question. However, my very witty little brother did sum up the experience of going to Disney World, which I would like to share with you. As follows, the epicentre of American culture in a nutshell:
"There's this stupid little thing that you kind of want to do. But there's a four hour line to do it."