i used to be petrified of becoming elderly. lets just say i have certain taste for life... that doesn't resemble prune juice. i have no idea what i am going to be like, but i came up with a concrete plan to make my last days on this planet, enjoyable and well... off this planet.
it hit me out of nowhere. i could buy a hot air balloon. i fell in love with the idea insantly. when i retire, i'm going to buy a hot air balloon and fly across the world. fly by day, sleep at night. what better way to live the gypsy life than in a big balloon in the sky?
think about it. has the sight of a hot air balloon ever pissed you off? hell no, it probably put a huge smile on your face and made your day official. i want to be the one spreading that kind of joy. just me, a bird (first mate), and a 30 rack of schlitz.
people think i'm kidding. i'm not.
picture me rolling:
realer than real deal holyfield,
bam
1 comment:
where did u find that sick hot air balloon
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