My Life. Your Dream
A comment on the YouTube video kinda says it all:
This song makes me wanna strip naked, burst out of my window, free fall 28 floors, faceplant in the snow, make a snow angel mixed with my own blood, shiver from the cold, get hypothermia, DIE, go the pearly gate, say wuzzup to Jesus, do our secret hand shake, look for Buddha, find him, have him reincarnate me into a frog, meet a princess, kiss her, turn into a prince, order my subjects to bring me a computer, listen to this song again, cry myself to sleep. Wake up.. Repeat.
Yes you…
| ME: | A friend has an idea of putting jell-o in the kiddy pool at Coachella |
|---|---|
| BOY: | OMFG |
| BOY: | That is my childhood dream |
| ME: | How though? |
| BOY: | Get the dimensions of the kiddy pool |
| BOY: | Calculate the volume from that |
| BOY: | Reduce it by 20% since you won't fill it to the top |
| BOY: | Then extrapolate that out of the number of boxes of jell-o you will need. I estimate this to be roughly 40-50 boxes |
| ME: | oh my effing god |
| BOY: | And get a color other than red |
| ME: | How many hours of thought have you |
