There are WAY too many stories about Disney today. One: you can pay $250 to go to Miley Cyrus’ sweet sixteen birthday party at Disneyland (I guess its her handlers’ attempt to keep her from inevitably getting wasted on her birthday and flashing her crotch to an instantly- hacked iPhone?). Two: Disney might lose its insanely long copyright of Mickey Mouse, due to some discrepancies discovered in film credits from the 1920’s. I’m guessing that if they do indeed lose the copyright, Disney World / Disneyland will immediately go into lockdown mode and start releasing robots that will kill all the earth’s children. Three: There is a new book out called Secrets of The Mouse, which is an un-official expose of behind-the-scenes tricks that the parks use to entertain, delight, and undoubtedly brainwash its guests.

Might just seem like a coincidence to all you normal folk, but for me, this is exactly the type of thing that triggers a flashback episode that will surely result in me going on a killing spree. You see, I had a pretty bad experience at Disney World when I was just a child. I LOVED Minnie Mouse. All I wanted was to get my picture taken with her. Here’s a video of me explaining the situation, complete with actual archived footage from the incident itself, after the jump.

p.s. That was filmed at The Rejection Show on Valentine’s Day this year.