Sunday, March 17, 2019

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     I for ace pretend that driving a elevator car is fun. I also think that during the hot summer, when you are out in the sun, it is nice to get a little damp and cool off. whimsical convertibles is also good in the summer if you have the top down, so you get a chilled breeze through your hair. And since I like those things you would think that being a little damp would help someone pinch cool and having fun in the sun while driving your convertible. moreover I found out that people dont jimmy you helping them stay cool and moisturized while they are driving in the ferocious sun.     As it turns out, most people or a 25 year old male with dark hair, a dark complexion, and a red convertible, dont like you assisting them in the process of beating the heat. They find it quite rude actually, especially when they are driving in their nice new car. I for one, would especially appreciate some hoodlum kids hitting me with a water balloon to cool me down. A subtle display of human kindness if I was driving in cardinal degree weather. Not to mention the fact that there would be a blazing sun that would be beating down on my screw constantly. Also I would, and did find it quite funny.     It was the summer of my eighth check year. Alex, Rudy and I were bored rigid. We could find nothing to do in my populate or my house. We had already rode our bikes, played Nintendo, and trashed my room. Then we saw them. They came to us bright and glowing. The answer to all of our problems. No longer would we be jaded, but we would establish up off the couch and enjoy ourselves. While at the very(prenominal) time doing our fellow humans that happened to drive by us a favor. We picked up the balloons and filled the tub, we were going ballooning.     All three of us grabbed a 20 gallon bucket from the garage, and loaded it up with thirteen or fourteen balloons. We drug them painfully, as we had filled them up with too a good deal water, to our campsite in the shade. After a couple of missed shots, our one chance for the ultimate "favor" came to us. Coming towards us at a whopping 25 miles per hour, the red convertible drove nearer towards us, and our need to help a fellow human being got stronger.

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