Almost as cool a the yo-yo man

So tonight's installment will be a double feature. Kinda like the grind house films, but without all the crazy sex and gore. Tonight Booty and I were driving to the apartment, and suddenly something appeared in the road which I had to swerve to miss. It turned out to be a bunch of balloons, which is pretty weird to find in the middle of the road. I believe my exact words were "f-ing 'A' balloons". Yes, I said the F-word in full but maintained the shortened "A" because it's naughty. Or something. So Booty and I were laughing about it, and wondering why these crazy things always happen to us. And here's where the yo-yo man comes in. See, a while back Booty, Ensign and I were into yo-yo's for a couple weeks, and so we would carry our yo-yo's with us and practice tricks and joke about having a yo-yo gang. Well, Booty and I were driving through E- and we saw this old hippie dude crossing the street in front of us. We didn't think much of it until he suddenly snapped his wrist and a yo-yo popped out of his hand, danced around on the pavement and disappeared back into his hand. Easily one of the top five coolest experiences of my life.