I usually start my day by getting out of my iron bed, ironing my iron clothes, and eating my favorite cereal: "Iron-O's". After iron breakfast, I usually drop an iron poo in the iron toilet. I then grab my iron keys, open the iron garage door, walk across the iron pavement, and get in my iron-mobile. Before I get to my destination, I always fill up my iron car with liquid iron for fuel, and I pay for it with my "Iron Card". Driving down the iron road, hitting iron pedestrians, running iron lights, it starts to rain iron from the iron clouds in the iron sky. The drops of iron hit my iron windshield, and I turn on the iron wipers. Finally, I reach my iron destination: the iron bank! I walk through the iron doors, across the iron floor, ride the iron elevator to the iron basement, go past the iron security guards, and I reach the iron vault. I open the thick, heavy iron doors, and I stand before the largest iron stockpile in the universe! I gaily wander around my iron wonderland, and start to fling the iron in the air like a mad rich guy! But suddenly, a huge mound of iron bars begins to shake and rattle, and the whole thing comes crashing down on me like a wave. Ironic!