
The copter came in through the roof in the back of the home, and in proper etiquette left the home through the front door, leaving a wake of debris and fuel as local firefighters fought off the flames which did not ignite the home.
I just think of being one of the 3 kids in the house come Monday morning at school.
“What did you do this weekend Timmy?”
I played soccer!
“Suzie?”
I went to the park.
“Billy?”
A huge fucking helicopter crashed in my house! Beat that a-holes!
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