[04 Aug 2006 | Friday]
 | There are few things that have killed me more than hearing those words from a human catapultee, aka Donovan, just before Dorian and I initiated Dorian's brilliant plan which really didin't take any of Donovan's well-being into account. The plan was simple enough: 1.) Donovan puts his feet into each of our cupped palms, as we stand near the pool's edge. 2.) Donovan braces himself and aims toward said pool. 3.) Dorian and I fling Donovan into the sky where he will hopefully tuck into a ball and land in a perfect cannonball from heights which he could not normally achieve. Yeah it was stupid. Yeah it was thoughtless and ill-conceived, but damnit it would have been awesome had it worked! So we spend the next couple o' hours in the emergency room. Apparently stitches take a long time to be put in. Just kidding folks... Donovan just panicked and uttered the words at the top of the page and I about laughed my ass off, dying at poolside. Needless to say, I had another great night with a few of my closest friends. We hung out, watched movies, swam, made fun of "Who wants to be a Superhero", and ate quesadillas. How much better can life get than spedning time with the people you cherish most in this world? Not much, boys and girls, not much. |
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