You ever have the feeling that something out there is sitting around, waiting simply to make your life as completely amusing as possible?
Well, the other day, we had gone out to get a food run; constant rolling of dice and swatting flies really grates on one's stomach after some time.
Anyway, dice set aside after completely pwning a four-headed mutant minotaur (which was really an anti-climatic battle, by the way; instead of wailing on it until it was dead, it failed a fortitude save and died from massive damage. We did get to see Wade do a happy dance, though.), we decided that it was as good a time as any to go out and get some food.
Being the merry little party that we are, we put Wade in the back seat, and drove off into the sunset.
Which is quite annoying when you're trying to drive, actually. Damn glare...
After picking up a meal of fried chicken-like substance from the local KFC, we were required beverages of a sort, so we stopped off at ze Jewel, and purchased a good supply of caffeinated sugar-water, bothered my sister, and took off to return to a night of civilian-smashing, soldier-bashing, treasure-stealing, and loot...erm, looting.
However, we were met with a surprise. Upon leaving the parking lot, we were met with a police blockade. And with a bit of closer inspection, there was also a fire truck present.
As we drove past our representative's campaign headquarters (political campaign, this time about.) we saw the tell-tale smoke before we caught sight of the blaze that had broken out.
And,of course, it was freggin' awesome.
It was already turning out to be quite the drive, being typical teenagers, thinking that, of course a fire is about the greatest thing we could possibly come across, turned a corner to see a kid on a bike.
Not just any kid, and not just any bike, mind you.
The rider in question had to have been in his teens, maybe fifteen or so, average looking...aside from the fact that he was perched on a bike made for someone a third of his size. Which made for quite the amusing sight, made doubly good by the fact that he did a bunny hop.
Right off the ground.
On a tiny bike.
Kudos to him.
To round out an already amusing trip, as we were rounding the corner onto my friend's street, we were being followed by a man.
A man who must have been pushing 65 years old.
And 300 pounds.
Riding a moped.
It was fab.
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