Then, Jeremy asks me to message Dylan to ask him to come now, since he was earlier than the arranged time.
30 seconds later,
" Dylan's here already! "
Wow, he travels at the speed of sound.So, we grab our boards and head to the back. ( The purpose of this trip is for me to teach them to skate. )
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. Today is Jer's birthday. Haha, but me and Dylan denied the fact and pretended we didn't know the whole day. It went like:
" Hey, guys. Guess whose birthday it is today? "
Dylan shoots me a warning look, Jeremy looks up in anticipation.
" It's Margaret Atwood and Johnny Christ's birthdays! Let's sing them a birthday song! "
*Jeremy cries loudly.
Okay, maybe that was exaggerated. He didn't cry. But the rest was true. Even the fact that it's Margaret Atwood and Johnny Christ's birthdays.
So, after that we go on and on cracking birthday jokes......
And we go to the Sierramas West clubhouse.
Skate.
Football.
Basketball.
Skate some more.
Then, the fun begins. We go into the baby playroom, with the ball pit and soft walls and cooling Air-Conditioners. Ahhhhhh....... Pure bliss......
So begins the war of flying balls. Hey, don't let your mind wander. Stick to the idea of plastic colourful balls. You know.
And after an hour or so of laughing at how stray balls all find their way to Jeremy's face, my stomach began to cramp of all the laughing. And we had to stop laughing or suffer incredibly.
Quite impossible, as you would know if you are familiar with this kinds of situation.
Dylan shoots me a warning look, Jeremy looks up in anticipation.
" It's Margaret Atwood and Johnny Christ's birthdays! Let's sing them a birthday song! "
*Jeremy cries loudly.
Okay, maybe that was exaggerated. He didn't cry. But the rest was true. Even the fact that it's Margaret Atwood and Johnny Christ's birthdays.
So, after that we go on and on cracking birthday jokes......
And we go to the Sierramas West clubhouse.
Skate.
Football.
Basketball.
Skate some more.
Then, the fun begins. We go into the baby playroom, with the ball pit and soft walls and cooling Air-Conditioners. Ahhhhhh....... Pure bliss......
So begins the war of flying balls. Hey, don't let your mind wander. Stick to the idea of plastic colourful balls. You know.
And after an hour or so of laughing at how stray balls all find their way to Jeremy's face, my stomach began to cramp of all the laughing. And we had to stop laughing or suffer incredibly.
Quite impossible, as you would know if you are familiar with this kinds of situation.
"If we laugh this much everyday we're going to end up with 6-packs!"
" And then when people ask us how we got them we just laugh at them! "
" And then when people ask us how we got them we just laugh at them! "
And then we go on laughing at every little thing that happens or someone says.
Then, haha! The real thing. Prank calls.
Under the name of Kate. And with funny voices, asking people out on dates.
Then, haha! The real thing. Prank calls.
Under the name of Kate. And with funny voices, asking people out on dates.
"Helloooooo? Are you free on Saturday night?? Let's go out somewhere nice....."
But I can't say anything more about the prank calls, as it may cause some feelings of resent if I post their personal humiliations on the Internet.
Anyway, I'm feeling sleepy, so I won't be posting anymore today. Gnight.
Anyway, I'm feeling sleepy, so I won't be posting anymore today. Gnight.
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