The prime season for amusement parks is almost over but I’m betting this girl hopes it never ends. Why spend money on a pocket rocket when you can just go to Six Flags, pound some funnel cake, then drop slug trails all over the rides while your friend seems completely non-plussed towards you seemingly having the greatest orgasm in the history of orgasms? People below probably needed the log flume’s splash guard to keep from getting doused, it’s like front row at an old Gallagher show down there.
Bet that chick who married a ferris wheel feels like a real dick now. That’s the price you pay for settling down with the first 4-ticket amusement park ride with smooth talk and lubed up chassis you see.
(via Blame It On The Voices)