And the story is this.
If my parents find out about the time where I "supposedly" get caught by the police because some friends and I decided to stick three quarters on the floor of the local Subway, here's the story:
No, we did not meet up at Jordan's to go get farmer hats and big sunglasses to cover our faces. We did not hop in Lindsey's mustang and drive over to the Subway parking lot to see if one of our friends was working. We did not all file out of the car in two seconds flat (with mad skill) and get in a really awesome ninja position before entering.
No, we did not whip out the gorilla glue we bought from Wal-Mart the night before and open the door with speedy quick skills. To glue two quarters to the floor and one to the door is so immature, especially after doing that at Target and Wal-Mart, too. That's why we did not do this.
No, we did not laugh hysterically while watching our friend freak out, jump over the counter, and scream "noooooo! Not gorilla glueeeee!" in slow motion. We did not drive off because that would of been really rude. The police could not catch us because one, our friend had our backs so the manager didn't call 911 and two, because we didn't do it.
We also didn't look good while doing this. But if we did, we would of looked real good.
--so if we get caught, this is the story.
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