The life of an inflatable frog is a tough one. First, you're gutted and thick cables are tied to you face. Then wind sheer robs you of your genitals. Boy, it just wasn't his day.
"I command you, rise my pet! Rise up and smite my enemies!!"
The American camp prepared a cruise missile to launch a preemptive strike against the viking warship off their port.
The rainbow kite was happy. It had just kicked the shit out of a confederate flag kite.
And yes, that is a pair of legs flying in the bottom of the screen.
Large kite: *sigh* I told you already. I don't swing that way. Find yourself another gust of wind buddy.
Seconds before this picture was taken, all the kites were huddled together, whispering. I'm onto you kites.
Vortex kite: First her kite. Then...lunch.
This is the bubble lady. Clearly, she is a threat to all peace loving kite enthusiasts. And I'm not too sure about the motivations of 'thumb-sucking kid' or 'lakers fan doing stretches for no reason' either.
Little girl (internal): Uh oh, here comes mommy. She said daddy couldn't buy me any cotton candy. I better hide it somewhere mommy would never look. Oh, I know!
A woman nearby was saturating the area with ginormous bubbles. I barely escaped her barrage.
I'd call it child endangerment if the baby hadn't been throwing up the 'hang ten' hand signal moments earlier.
You know what they say: you can lead a frog to a kite festival, but you can't make him fly.
"Ok, now I'm supposed to tie this end to my tooth?"
(Part 2 of 4)
A divebombing kite disrupted Sean's peaceful day, almost scaring religion into him.
(note: this wasn't staged)
