because of my ample norkagethe 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.
(almost shat myself.
i'd still go on it again, though.
Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet,
Thu 6 Mar 2008, 12:07,
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