I went to one of those 'Alternative' schools for the first few years of growth. When we were coming home from a class trip in our teacher's cargo-van-half-converted-to-a-motorhome, she decided we were going to pretend we were on the USS Enterprise. At one point, she turned around to exhort the engine room to give her 'More power!', and ran off the highway. We went up a roadside sign, and the kid in the front seat (Already prone to seizures and therefore wearing a helmet) rammed his head through the windshield, while the rest of us slid forward into a giant pile just behind the front seats. We got out and spent the next hour or so sitting by the side of the road and singing songs, with the kid stuck through the windshield piping out and asking if he could pull his head out of the window yet. Eventually, the paramedics came and got him out of the window, and the other van came back for us.
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Date: 2007-09-19 01:37 pm (UTC)I say, "How many, Master?"
He say, "I do not know, but president of your condo is already dead."
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Date: 2007-09-19 02:54 pm (UTC)Good times.