Let’s just move on past this long dark winter that has proved itself unfit for human consumption. And let’s not label anyone as “crazy”, OKKKKKKKKKKKKK?!! (“Crazy” is a terribly neuro-prejudiced word.)
Instead, let’s have a look at a very recent visitor to our farm — just a couple days ago. Imagine you’re peacefully polishing your teeth or you’re trying to get some blank staring done and you suddenly see this out your window:
Um, Hello! Over here! Everything OK? Are you the Wizard of Oz? We don’t like bombastic, clown-like, fakers but seeing as you’ve crashed, we’d be happy to help. This doesn’t look very well planned. I’m not sure balloons in general are very well-thought out. You almost killed all our sheep… by way of fright. But that’s OK, they’re a big pain in Bram’s ass during winter months. I don’t think you should be flying around in winter months. Due to the strong possibility of the liquid propane in the fuel tanks getting too cold, and therefore not generating sufficient vapor pressure to adequately feed the burner, you might crash. Exactly like you did. On our farm. Are you listening!? Did you call me crazy?!!!!
Too funny. I used to crew for a hot air balloonist. Crazy is a good word for it.