No Problem

I was competing in the 2nd-freestyle-transatlantic-cross over on my ultra sonic jetmachine... after 2 days and 4 hours I was right behind an American powerboard-rider... He tried to attack me. But I got my machine ready to dive and fly... when he nearly hit me with 90 miles an hour I dived down and immediately launched myself skyhigh. I JUMPED 120 YARDS AHEAD OF HIM... that day I was the winner and I have this picture to prove it!

That's what you get when you have no problem - everything seems so special just for no reason and in a way you don't recognize the day after!

Truth or dare?

Do I dare or do I stick with the truth?

I guess I'll go for the easy solution... I love it anyway!

THC