Wifty

Wifty

Yes, I'm feeling a might wifty today. We finally landed from that hot-air balloon ride!! So stupid. We go over rifle ranges and archery ranges, but for some reason when we asked people to shoot at the balloon, no one did! Come on, we're kedging around a Le Car! Obviously we're not in jest!

Well, ends up people have a really hard time shooting at anything with Judge Reinhold painted on it. Oops!

So how did we get down? you may query.

We were passing over a track and field competition, javelins flying all over the place, but of course none at the stupid balloon. Luckily, a pole vaulter was doing this incredible jump and just at his zenith the Le Car passed in front of him and he vaulted right through the front passenger window and landed on the dashboard.  His weight was just enough to bring us down for a lovely landing!

But was he all excited about being a hero? No, he was miffed because we messed up his jump. OOPS! I thought he shoulda won for the perfect front-window entry, but evidently there's no room for such things in the pole vaulting competition rule book. Seems to me that we just created a new event. Picture it, a car hanging from a crane with the front windows rolled down. The vaulter crosses the pole and goes through the passenger window and out the driver window, all without touching the sides - perfect ten! Plus if they screw up we get a good chuckle at their expense.

Ooooh, ouch, that wasn't nice, BrieDank.

Sorry. I just can't help it! I'm just feeling wifty! wifty! wifty! I like being on solid ground.