So, every year, there is a hot air balloon convention that takes place where I reside. It makes sense that so many balloonists would convene at such a tiny location - we have 1,000,000,000 wineries. So I'm sure they land, get smashed, and then float around in a hot air balloon. It sounds fun, and I'd like to see some cop try to slap a DUI on a balloonist.
Anyway, as I was waking up this morning, still in the clutches of Lord Hypnogoga, I thought my sometimes roommate was downstairs, beatboxing. And he beatboxed with such POWERFUL FORCE that it warped the very dimensions of space time, resulting in this ultra-bass rumble - the ultimate beatbox move. Awesome! I thought, as I looked out the window and saw one of the balloons gently lowering. And I realized, as I came further into myself, that the sound I was hearing was the sound of air being let out of the balloon.
Whoa.
the ultimate beatboxing technique suddenly becoming a landing hot air balloon: ***
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