Last week my roommates were appalled to hear that I had never been sledding before. Trying to be nice, Brandon took me. Everyone had assured me that I would love it and that it would be "so much fun." That might be true if your idea of "fun" is speeding down a freezing hill of death. Brandon only took me down one time, but I screamed the entire way down, fell off, and got enough snow down my pants to melt and fill a teapot. He was nice and didn't make me do it again.
Also, I now have a cell phone. It finally came and Poodle was a super helper and got it on the plan for me. And I didn't even have to change my number!
8 comments:
that's right! i am a super helper
I can't believe you don't like sledding! What's this world coming to?
trying? I was nice. I am not quite sure what you expected from sledding. the purpose of sledding is to go fast down a hill and get covered in snow.
I agree with mom and branon. What did you expect? And speeding down a snowy hill of death sounds like a ton of fun!
oh and poodle is a super helper
You should try sledding at the death bowl. It is somwhere behind Mt. Timp. If you come back alive, then you can say you have been sledding.
pansy!
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