This morning five months and four days after my eighteenth birthday I finally exercised my right to buy dry ice and escalate into adulthood... Safeway didn't even ID me though, I think it must be all my new facial hair that's growing in. Anyways I think that Foo and Safeway should move to a restricted age policy rather than simply 18 and up. Because honestly young little people are not capable of thinking of dangerous plans, and old people don't have the desire to do dangerous stuff.
Well I had just purchased my dry ice, insanely cheap, and was itching to start exploding things. I began cracking away at the big luminous chunk of ice and gas and filling up my 2L cherry coke bottle. Added some water. Screwed the cap back on. Waited. Nothing appeared to be happening and after about five or more minutes I was ready to give up. So I snuck up towards the bottle took a hold of it and gave it a little shake. POW! I felt like someone had taken a hammer to my thumb and had given it a good womp. My thumb had gone numb too, in addition to the new big red friend that was growing quite quickfast. It was extremely exciting. Luckily I caught the whole thing on video. FYI the coke bottle ended up in a nearby tree.
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hahaha i love you
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