….I would greatly appreciate it. 😀
Ha.
If I communicate with anyone more before my craziness has subsided, it shall be using a telegraph and morse code. Much harder to act like a complete dumbass/asshole/moron/idiot or whatever else I may act like whilst insane that way.
I mean, unless someone wants to throw a brick at my head, in which case, sweet.
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Morse code is a great filter. It would ensure that people will only communicate with you if they have something important to say.
That would really hurt if you weren’t wearing a helmet.
If I were wearing a helmet, the intended result would be circumvented.
Golly.
I challenged my sister once to a game of chicken. I was maybe three years old, she was four. We each had our own tricycle. The stage was set for this epic showdown.
We each pedaled towards each other as fast as we could. The first person to veer of would lose. We collided head on. She outweighed me, so the impact sent me flying off my tricycle. A brick lying on the ground was the first thing I made contact with (head first)
My sister flashed a wicked grin. We both knew she had won.
My mom carried me into the house and stuck my head under the water faucet. Then she gave me an ice cream cone. (Which stopped my crying)
I still have a scar on my head to this day. Bricks to the head can scar you for life.