There are no words capable of improving this. So I'm letting it be.
So... it just looks like we are driving around Provo wearing nothing but airmattresses. False. We are in our swimsuits. But it looks really funny.
Behold: I have created a masterpiece.
Do not be jealous of my swing. It only took me 4 attempts over the course of 2 months to perfect it. I refuse to swing on a wobbly swing. Also, throwing the rope over the branch was both more difficult and more dangerous than I had initially surmised. A stick hit me directly in the eyeball. And alllll sorts of tree debris and what not found its way down my shirt. But I emerged victorious. You are all welcome to swing. But be warned... if you vandalize my swing I will vandalize your face. That is all.