We're fine
You know driving an expedition might be just a tee tiny bit excessive, but when you fill it up with people then it seems ok.
We went with some friends down to the water front in Seattle today and had a blast. Parking was really interesting. We used the funky lot across from the aquarium. It has a clearance of 6'3" that's smaller than some friends of mine, but ok we're fine. I keep saying just that as we go up the little ramps... We're fine... Down the little ramps... We're fine... Around corners... We're fine... All the while we only hit one thing and that was a sign that moved that said something about six foot three. I Dunno. We're fine.
Walking out we had to cross a big ass puddle... we're fine.
I said to the parking attendant as we walked by... "we're fine" "I'm fine" a few (ok a lot of) times.
From there we went to cold stone in lynnwood. I got all stupid high on sugar and Macadamia nuts that I must have been driving funny because I got pulled over by a cop who looked like he was 12. We're fine.
He asked me to move into a parking lot. So I did. He asked for my license I gave it to him and he asked for proof of insurance. I couldn't find that. We're fine.
He went back to his car to fuck me. Uh I mean write up the infraction. First he came back and wanted to talk to me. I opted out of that. He said "Were you aware of your speed back there?" and I said, "I don't want to discuss it" he said "OK"... We're fine.
He writes me up for 50 in a 30... we're fine. I'm not guilty I'm sure. So I'll call the lawyer in the morning and pay her more than the ticket to prove to the court system that I am in fact, fine.
We went with some friends down to the water front in Seattle today and had a blast. Parking was really interesting. We used the funky lot across from the aquarium. It has a clearance of 6'3" that's smaller than some friends of mine, but ok we're fine. I keep saying just that as we go up the little ramps... We're fine... Down the little ramps... We're fine... Around corners... We're fine... All the while we only hit one thing and that was a sign that moved that said something about six foot three. I Dunno. We're fine.
Walking out we had to cross a big ass puddle... we're fine.
I said to the parking attendant as we walked by... "we're fine" "I'm fine" a few (ok a lot of) times.
From there we went to cold stone in lynnwood. I got all stupid high on sugar and Macadamia nuts that I must have been driving funny because I got pulled over by a cop who looked like he was 12. We're fine.
He asked me to move into a parking lot. So I did. He asked for my license I gave it to him and he asked for proof of insurance. I couldn't find that. We're fine.
He went back to his car to fuck me. Uh I mean write up the infraction. First he came back and wanted to talk to me. I opted out of that. He said "Were you aware of your speed back there?" and I said, "I don't want to discuss it" he said "OK"... We're fine.
He writes me up for 50 in a 30... we're fine. I'm not guilty I'm sure. So I'll call the lawyer in the morning and pay her more than the ticket to prove to the court system that I am in fact, fine.
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