I’m kidding. About the car. And the bicyclists. Honestly. I probably didn’t do that. No, really. No one saw me do it. You can’t prove I did it. I pretty much didn’t do it. Much. Or at all. I swear. I swear a lot, now that I think about it. But I didn’t do it. Often.
(thanks to Gerard at American Digest for sending that one along)
He’s a drummer, natch.
I’ve never been to western Canada, where this was filmed, so I don’t know much about the land or the weather. I’ve never seen flooding like that, anywhere I’ve been in person, so I have no frame of reference. I don’t know if the flooding got worse, or better, since this was filmed. I don’t know if anyone was injured or killed by this flood.
The only thing I know for sure is I want to hire the fellow that built that fence.
Greatness. I have no idea where this is located, or why it’s raining children there. But I know greatness when I see it.