She Said She's Leaving On a Sunday
Well, summer's here, and it started off pretty well if you ask me. Gamba and I decided we'd hit up the Daytona Lagoon arcade after exams, and then get in some lazer tag and mini golf. To make it a bit easier, we documented our journey in the form of photograph.
This first one is the Hauler from Hell, as we referred to it. We got stuck behind this thing all the way from Flagler to Ocean Walk doing twenty under the speed limit.
After we finally arrived, we headed straight for some Initial D. I tried to get a humorous picture, but Gamba was deep in concentration.
After some Initial D, we played some Time Crisis 3. I was reckless and died early, so I caught Gamba going gat-style.
While he was playing, I happened to turn around and notice the Bling machine.
After that, I saw some game that's like DDR, but with drums. So I decided to play the kid that was already on it.
We were about half of the way through, and I had no clue that I was getting annihilated.
After the song was over, I looked at the score, and be had beaten me by well over 70%.
And then we moved on to DDR. I thought it would be so much more fun, but the easy songs are extremely gay.
To make it more interesting, I decided to snap my fingers and rock from side-to-side.
Gamba wanted to give it a whirl. He was enjoying it at first, but then realized how shitty it was.
Then suddenly, as we were walking by the Skee Ball machine, he started having convulsions and had to rest.
The convulsions soon stopped, and he was filled with glee.
I was glad that I didn't have to give him CPR, so I gave him the thumbs-up.
Since he wasn't dying, we celebrated by playing some Skee Ball. I didn't know you weren't supposed to pitch it. That particular ball ended up bouncing off...
...and it ended up flying into Gamba's ass, making him very uncomfortable.
He shot it out of his ass, and ended up getting 45,000 points.
We then played Lazer Tag, and proceeded to start a game of mini golf. A crowd gathered, and asked us to show them our golf master stances.
But Gamba thought they asked us what we do while we look into the mirror.
I told him that that wasn't what they asked for, and this was his response.
We hit up the first hole, and I decided it'd be best if I lined up my shot.
I wasn't too sure about it, so I gave it a closer inspection.
Gamba got angry because I sank the shot, and tried to throw the ball at me.
I was going to throw the club at him, but I saw something in the distance.
Further down the line, Gamba decided that golf was pissing him off, so he turned it into pool.
He sank the shot, and celebrated by thrusting his pelvis into the air.
We got to one hole that required a put over a little river. I missed, and my ball ended up in the pond. So I fished that shit out with my club.
I spotted another one on the other side, so I went over and fished that shit out, too.
Gamba beat me out, and crowned himself the king of mini golf.
This first one is the Hauler from Hell, as we referred to it. We got stuck behind this thing all the way from Flagler to Ocean Walk doing twenty under the speed limit.
After we finally arrived, we headed straight for some Initial D. I tried to get a humorous picture, but Gamba was deep in concentration.
After some Initial D, we played some Time Crisis 3. I was reckless and died early, so I caught Gamba going gat-style.
While he was playing, I happened to turn around and notice the Bling machine.
After that, I saw some game that's like DDR, but with drums. So I decided to play the kid that was already on it.
We were about half of the way through, and I had no clue that I was getting annihilated.
After the song was over, I looked at the score, and be had beaten me by well over 70%.
And then we moved on to DDR. I thought it would be so much more fun, but the easy songs are extremely gay.
To make it more interesting, I decided to snap my fingers and rock from side-to-side.
Gamba wanted to give it a whirl. He was enjoying it at first, but then realized how shitty it was.
Then suddenly, as we were walking by the Skee Ball machine, he started having convulsions and had to rest.
The convulsions soon stopped, and he was filled with glee.
I was glad that I didn't have to give him CPR, so I gave him the thumbs-up.
Since he wasn't dying, we celebrated by playing some Skee Ball. I didn't know you weren't supposed to pitch it. That particular ball ended up bouncing off...
...and it ended up flying into Gamba's ass, making him very uncomfortable.
He shot it out of his ass, and ended up getting 45,000 points.
We then played Lazer Tag, and proceeded to start a game of mini golf. A crowd gathered, and asked us to show them our golf master stances.
But Gamba thought they asked us what we do while we look into the mirror.
I told him that that wasn't what they asked for, and this was his response.
We hit up the first hole, and I decided it'd be best if I lined up my shot.
I wasn't too sure about it, so I gave it a closer inspection.
Gamba got angry because I sank the shot, and tried to throw the ball at me.
I was going to throw the club at him, but I saw something in the distance.
Further down the line, Gamba decided that golf was pissing him off, so he turned it into pool.
He sank the shot, and celebrated by thrusting his pelvis into the air.
We got to one hole that required a put over a little river. I missed, and my ball ended up in the pond. So I fished that shit out with my club.
I spotted another one on the other side, so I went over and fished that shit out, too.
Gamba beat me out, and crowned himself the king of mini golf.