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IT WAS ONLY  A HUGE WATER BALLOON FIGHT.  NO GANG ACTIVITY  INVOLVED.

 

Major misery must have been mounting on Monday. The traffic jam miraculously DIDN'T end until terrific Tuesday. The traffic at 4pm was winding way westward which was way More than what we wished was wishful thinking. Well it was a colorful and confusing week. All the while we were planning to pulverize the players Pitilessly with BALLOONS filled with punishing cold water. Wow Wednesday wasn't way off. Meanwhile we were wishing it was Wednesday while we Wrenched each others woes. Finally that night we played planned and prepared. Well we wasted our wretched wishes on the traffic jam. All we did now was whine and whimper. The traffic jam was dwindling. We weathered our way to the entourage eatery. Got our gare and resolved to BOMB some BUTT. We took the back entrance way. The best thing to do would be to BATTLE our way Through the restaurant to the front entrance. Then we placed the enemy he was made and he saw US too. He motioned for us to return to the rare. Soo we discussed it for 2 minutes. He was waiting for his boys. So we cooperated. We went toward the rare. BUT... The enemy had ARRIVED. NOW what the HOLLERING HELL!! we knew everybody had the same thought. WE CAN DO THIS RIGHT HERE. NOW!! , the first guy is waving no, no. He was afraid of flooding his job. Everybody was ignoring him, and laughing. The SHORT OF. IT Best to be backed up by water bullets. Basically bombarding your enemy. Some of us were just a little bit BLISTERED From the HOT car ride. Soo many of us sort of Welcomed the bombardment. One of us made a spinning move and a slam dunk Like. He was playing basketball. He completely Obliterated his opponent with a large blue water balloon. But he caught one in the face. Both sides were having handfuls of fun Until the popular prolific police arrived Saw the place was swamped And forced my friends and i to abort the Blundered mission running pass the Pensive police down the narrow path. That was a WORTH WHILE WEDNESDAY.

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