But other than that we don't get many troublesome types...unless you count the ones who like to go to the park at night and blow up beer bottles using sparklers.
Yeah, that was the type that tended to hang out around our neighborhood. That and my house isn't that far from a highway exit, so people tend to still be going pretty fast when they get around to my street, which is bad.
The stupid little prickly velcro bits stab me and make my head itch, also. And you can't scratch . . . and you hurt yourself.
Exactly! And sometimes your finger gets stuck in there, so your're trying to steer with one hand past the rock/tree/something, with your other hand on your head. And then you finally just have to stop, because you need to wrest your finger from the clutches of your evil helmet of doom in order to *ahem* readjust your underclothings.
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Yeah, that was the type that tended to hang out around our neighborhood. That and my house isn't that far from a highway exit, so people tend to still be going pretty fast when they get around to my street, which is bad.
School ruins EVERYTHING.
Doesn't it at that?
You've like, been watching me all this time, no?
*shady eyes* Erm, no. (*makes mental note to hide cameras better*) XD
The stupid little prickly velcro bits stab me and make my head itch, also. And you can't scratch . . . and you hurt yourself.
Exactly! And sometimes your finger gets stuck in there, so your're trying to steer with one hand past the rock/tree/something, with your other hand on your head. And then you finally just have to stop, because you need to wrest your finger from the clutches of your evil helmet of doom in order to *ahem* readjust your underclothings.