as I do as soon as I get on the damn things. Where other people scream, I giggle maniacally.
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Thu 6 Mar 2008, 11:49,
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All the others I'm fine with. Air is lovely.
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Thu 6 Mar 2008, 11:53,
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Last time I went I felt a bit guilty at leaving my mates to go on all the good rides, so I didn't get to go on a lot of them. Next time I shall just run away and leave them all to it, bless them, otherwise I shall cry.
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Thu 6 Mar 2008, 11:54,
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the bar wouldn't fit over me. i got sat in the very front seat, which had a seatbelt that came from between your legs and clicked into the bar. after a bit of a tussle, i was strapped in and ready to go. round we go, round to the bottom of the slope. *clunk* goes the car as it locks onto the slope. *click* goes my seatbelt as it is jogged open. the bar is now flapping free and more hindrance than help, we've gone too far to stop, nobody can hear me and i'm sat on my own, watching the track in front of me disappearing as i do my famed starfish impression, gripping the plastic hard enough to leave permanent fingerprints. my feet are wedged into the footwell and i'm chanting the rincewind mantra; "ohshitohshitohshit, this time i'm really gonna DIE!" as i go over the edge.
almost shat myself.
i'd still go on it again, though.
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Thu 6 Mar 2008, 12:07,
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almost shat myself.
i'd still go on it again, though.
I hate them, I just shut my eyes and grit my teeth the whole way
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