3 after a 2

This tis me being high at the highest point in my house. It's higher than you think... unless your thinking it's as high as it actually is. If that's the case, I think it's exactly as high as you think you thought it is high in a vertical and non-druggie sense. If you've been to that part of CO than you've been to a place I haven't. So how did I get this shirt you ask? Well, I'll tell ye. I was wondering through a jungle infested with only the most sickening sounds. It was worse than having MMMBop by Hanson set on repeat, but I had to travel on. I came to what I thought was a harmless clearing. Being the amazing and semi-cautious person I am, I caught a passing unicorn and threw it into the clearing...then... kaboom! The tree next to me sneezed loudly. Oh, and the unicorn hit what turned out to be land mines. That might have also contributed to the kaboom but looks like we'll never know for sure. "Good thing I brought my jet pack," I said to myself as I reached in my pack. I attached the the jet pack to me and started to fly over the mine field only to find that I ran out of fuel. "Good thing I brought my Pteranodon," I said to myself reaching in my pack and then getting onto the Pteranodon. I may have also said some other things as I was falling but who can really remember all of those four letter words like 'poop' and 'snap' anyway. I then flew too close to a near by volcano and the Pteranodon dropped me out of fear. "Good thing I have my volcano proof submarine," I said to myself reaching into my pack and getting into that volcano proof submarine. I then did the most heroic thing I could think of. I turned on my phone, called for help and waited to be rescued after I fell into the volcano. And that is the story of how I got the nickname Barnacle Peet. Oh and I bought the shirt for 2 bucks at the mall several years ago but it's too large so I don't wear it often. If anyone wants it let me know.