Winny and I lived in a house that ran on static electricity. If you wanted to run the blender, you had to rub baloons on your head. If you wanted to cook, you had to pull off a sweater real quick.
I bought a house on a one-way dead-end road. I don't know how to get there.
My house is made out of balsa wood so, when I want to scare the neighborhood kids, I life it over my head and tell them to get out of my yard or I'll throw it at them.
The other night, I came home late and tried to unlock my house with my car keys. I started the house up. So, I drove it around for a while. I was speeding and a copy pulled me over. He asked where I lived. I said, "Right here, officer." Later, I parked it on the freeway, got out, and yelled at all the cars, "Get out of my driveway!"
My house is on the median strip of a highway. You don't really notice, except I have to leave the driveway dong 60 MPH.
For a while I didn't have a car. I had a helicopter. I had no place to park it, so I just tied it to a lamp post and left it running.
I hooked up my accelerator pedal to my brake lights. I hit the gas, people behind me stop and I'm gone.
I play the harmonica. The only way I can play is if I get my car going real fast and stick it out the window. I put a new engine in my car, but forgot to take out the old one. Now my car goes 500 miles per hour. The harmonica sounds amazing.
I watched the Indy 500 and I was thinking that if they left earlier they wouldn't have to go so fast.
I had to stop driving my car for a while. The tires got dizzy.
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