Croutons

Okay, so, I went to hang out with Haley and Amanda at Haley's place this evening, and we played in a very thrifty way, but had quite the hullabaloo. First, we went and waved to every passing car at the end of the block, and we got 21 waves, 2 birds, and 2 cool guy "two-finger gesture." A trio of bold "cool" guys, those that sag and wear New Balance, you know what I mean, also were walking and were saying things, of which I cannot remember.

Plus, we played this imagination game, where we went into a "cave" (a temporary abode for the primitive mind) made out of Haley's comforter, and we came up with:

1. UPS doesn't accept gnome currency, just human.
2. The International Call of Help for the Aid of Bill Kaulitz requires a complex series of mumbo-jumbo.
3. The International Call of Help for the Aid of Tom Kaulitz, we advise, should be your LAST resort. Especially when you are under covers. And it is dark and smoldering.

And later, we changed the "cave" into an "underwater wonderland," of which we were trapped underwater in a submersible without any contact with above. Here, we came up with the following:

1. 'Tis okay to eat the baby shark if you have no food.
2. 'Tis not okay once the mommy shark finds out you ate her babe. Therefore, to escape from her, curl up in a cube position and pretend to be a garlic crouton.
3. CROUTONS MAKE NOISES!! Did you not know? If you hear like really, really, and I mean REALLY closely, you can hear them go, "Crouton, crouton..."
4. For the prevention of the daddy shark lurking about your submersible, you and your friends must impersonate a tossed salad. I advise you to not be the dressing.
5. The International Call of Help for the Aid of Bill Kaulitz is not accessible 20,000 leagues under the sea.