Sleeptalking and Faceplanting

Fun things happened these days.

Recently, I went over to my friend's house for a sleepover. We watched a movie, played poker, and went to sleep. Nothing out of the ordinary, really (except for the part where we went to sleep).

Next morning, my friends started bragging about how I was sleep talking. Something about a strawberry, and a bunch of words that were meaningless. They also claim to have heard me getting scared by the alarm. I don't remember any of this, but I wasn't really surprised. My mom sometimes wakes me up at night, telling me I was screaming my donkey off, looking for a 'Marco'. All right. Totally cool.

Here's another fun event that happened: a faceplant.

Faceplant (AKA nose dive) is the act of falling on your face in a humurous fashion; the act of planting your face on the ground.

Anyways, my friend decided to go get this ball inside a hockey court. He jumped over the fence, threw the ball out, and then tried to jump back out. You see, the keyword here, is 'tried'.

The moment he noticed he tripped, it was too late.
He was already making his descent towards the concrete floor.











To make a long story short, he wasn't seriously hurt.
However, I have to admit, it was quite funny.

Today's lesson?
Don't pretend to be Mexican...
...unless you're a Mexican.

Now don't get offended. It's a compliment. AND A JOKE.

Fly, Soda, Fly

Today was a rather normal Friday. It WAS.
Today was one of my friend's birthday (It's Sunday, but we had a surprise party today). We lured him to a park, where we surprised him, and then ate pizza and soda. When we were done, there was an extra big bottle of soda left. This Mexican decided to carry it.

This guy, (who was obviously not the brightest lightbulb in the house) decided to shake the soda, so that whoever got to open it next would be in for a surprise. Well, more of a bath. Whatever.

So we were going to the theater to watch a movie. We were crossing the street, and the Mexican pretended that the soda bottle was some sort of baseball bat.

Then, he dropped the bottle.

Pop went the bottle cap at the moment of impact.











The bottle went flying, while using it's pressurized soda as rocket fuel. It hit a car and went skyrocketing, only to fall again later and to get stepped by all cars after that.

The driver of the car that got hit by the bottle got confused of what just hit his car, and stopped after driving a couple of yards more. Then, it just went, as if nothing happened.

Everyone clapped.
It was truly awesome.

Today's lesson: Don't trust a Mexican with something.


Just kidding. Mexico is awesome too.

Mexican Faller

I have this Mexican friend.
He likes cake. Just like me.




Anyways, he is Mexican. No, he's not the stereotypical bad*ss Mexican that jumps borders or has five doses of speed every day. That's only 4% of the Mexican population.

JUST KIDDING. People, it's a joke. If it wasn't funny, sorry. If you were offended, sorry. Just don't sue me.


Anyways, this particular Mexican is different. He always tells me of his 'Mexican instincts', some of them involving whether it would rain or not in the next few hours (which is quite obvious since it is cloudy and stuff).

He is famous for having a tendency of falling from his chair in class. He slants backwards in his chair, the chair slips, he falls, he fails. This had already happened over five times in the last few weeks, and every time he did, we would just laugh.

Here's a quote he said himself when he fell:
"F*** you, gravity."


But seriously, if you fall that many times, you usually learn a lesson. This particular guy DOESN'T. If you are reading this, just know this. You have issues. Get some treatment. No cake until then.

Just kidding. Have all the cake you want.
But seriously get treatment.

So yes, he is a cool friend, and he's a nice guy.
He likes nachos.