Weekends have become rollercoasters to me I hate rollercoasters they scare the heck out of me I usually get on them out of a dare then when they start going up the hill I start worrying oh no oh no then when it goes down the hill I start cussing and praying at the same time when the ride is over I start breathing again and think why do I put myself through this next time I will just get on the Carousel it is boring but safe but then you walk passed the next rollercoaster and think well I lived through the other one Maybe !!!!!
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