Think It Hurt?
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I couldnt fly and rock is very painful to land on
I couldnt fly and rock is very painful to land on
When I turned ahead again, all I seen was a big chrome bumper of a big burgundy car and I never even had a chance to hit the brake, CRUNCH.
As fast as I dropped to the road, I jumped up again, got on what was left to the bike and flew up the road praying that mom and dad wouldn't find out I got flattened by a car.
When I turned ahead again, all I seen was a big chrome bumper of a big burgundy car and I never even had a chance to hit the brake, CRUNCH.
As fast as I dropped to the road, I jumped up again, got on what was left to the bike and flew up the road praying that mom and dad wouldn't find out I got flattened by a car.
Another day, four of us decided to have a full contact karate tournament. We hurt ourselves pretty bad that day
Another day, four of us decided to have a full contact karate tournament. We hurt ourselves pretty bad that day
For some reason, we were obsessed with trying to go out on as thin of ice as we could get away with. I tell ya, when its -5 and you break through the ice and get wet, that air hits different.
One day in the winter, I was sliding on a hill by my uncle's house. I had what was called a crazy carpet. Basically just a sheet of super slick plastic that had no steering or brakes. I got on it, flew down the hill and right into the bumper of my uncle's car. Bust out a few teeth, beat my face up pretty bad. I ran back up the hill and done it again
My cousin had a moment of sanity, realized what we were doing so he ran back in, grabbed the fully ablaze beer box and tossed it out the door only to pitch down over my head.
All i seen was a wall of flame burning my head. I flicked it off and started patting down my hair which was all singed. My mushroom trip got super intense after that rush. I could barely string a sentence together, just point and make fked up sounds
Good times