Weekend WASSUP!?
Well it seems like the mini-projects around the new house are just NOT… STOPPING… EVER! — Today I’m popping in a new mail box, the other one had been pretty destroyed by high school pranksters before we moved in. Now that’s karma coming back on me for sure, because, I hate to admit it, but I took part in some “mailboxing” activity during my high school years.
I also took part in some drive by “Milkshakings”. In the summer of 1993, all of the McDonalds out in Southern California ran some HUGE MILKSHAKE special, dirt cheap. (I think they called it the McGetYourAssFat or something) . A few of my crazy friends, the kind that use to like to blow up refrigerators in the desert, would drive around aimlessly, and my one friend would go to drivethrus and order the HUGE MILKSHAKE and then douse someone standing along the road. Looking back, it was an awful thing to take part in. Back then, it was hilarity as we’d all yell “You’ve been McSHAKED!” - I think it even made the newspaper after one night, we’d hit like at least 10 people along the same road. MAN, I wish I had that clipping. You know, just to remind myself of how sorry I should be now.
That fun ended when one day, my friend had a large fry and threw it into the spokes of a pro bicycle looking guy, the fries turned to liquid spray through his spokes… the car sped off and we were MILES away, hit a red light. In the rear view mirror, we see the guy hauling ass to catch up… two cars in front of us, a city cop was parked. BUSTED!!!! To make the situation even a little funnier, my friend had a studdering problem, so when the cops came up, he was like Porky Pig on crack!!! B-deep-bdeep-I-I-I– — He tells the cop it was an accident! I mean, this large kid, hanging out the window, slamming fries into a guy’s spokes and yelling “WOULD YOU LIKE FRIES WITH THAT?!!!!” — Yeah, I guess that accidentally CAN happen at times.
So, yeah. New Mailbox. Karma is funny sometimes.
