Well…since I couldn’t snag pix of Dave Chappelle when he talked to me on a street corner today (no joke, I swear!), you’ll have to settle for our exciting outing at Great America.
Our first ride – “Invertigo” or something. I am making one of 2 faces that I did during the whole excursion. This is known as my fake-scared face, even though its more of a surprised face. Jerry and Christine are having a stand-off.
This is a combo “fake-scared” face mixed with my other trademark look of “Hurry up and take the fucking picture, Steve.”
Sadly, we were inspired to go here by one of the dumbest movies ever: Final Destination 3. If you’ve seen it, you’d understand. If you haven’t, don’t bother. Essentially, it took place in an amusement park on some Devil-like ride. I mention that b/c this is a picture of us on a ride called “Demon.” Christine is not amused.
Take the fucking picture, Steve
I reeeeeeallllllllllllllyyyy wanted to buy this shirt at a shop called “Dragon’s Lair.” It barely fit over my head. Dammit.
Scott sits back and enjoys the view.
I don’t understand why it takes Steve so fucking long to take pictures. The best part is that he never even tells you he actually is taking a picture – he just lifts up his camera to his face for like 4 minutes, during which 2 seconds he takes a picture. A simple, “cheese” would suffice.
Steve didnt include one of his millions of videos of him trying to win playing the anvil game, but lets just say he was so obsessed with winning the biggest prize, that he played (and taped himself to review his technique) the anvil carnie game 3 fucking times, and convinced Scott to play once. Guess who came home with 4 (yes, 4) inflatable Simpsons bats? That was the consolation prize, in case you were wondering – kind of like the crappy participation certificate you got at elementary school olympics.
