So today I was on the hunt for batteries, ice cream and envelopes, and had just gotten to the center of town when I suddenly heard a thousand teenage throats open up in hysterical screaming. Immediately, my brain narrowed the list of plausible possibilities down to only the Most Likely.
I did my mental checklist. Did I hear gunshots, explosions, or sirens? No. So no one had been assassinated. Did I see fire, smell smoke, or hear buildings being crushed until gigantic, badly dubbed monster feet? No. So Godzilla had not come to Celle. Which left only one possibility: Justin Bieber.
At this point, I was both intrigued and kind of excited. Justin Bieber! That would be a story for my blog. And lucky me, I had brought my camera with the intention of taking pictures of the town, so wouldn't my sister be happy when I sent her Justin Bieber pictures!
When I got closer, I realized that everyone was covered in paint, and I thought: "Strange! Not only do people throw their underwear at him, but they throw paint on each other!" Then I realized that half the crowd was male, and I thought "Perhaps Justin Bieber has a lot of gay teenage fans that have converged upon this town." Then I finally broke through the crowd, and realized that there had been a fourth option all along, and I'd missed it.
I don't know whose idea it was to parade all the graduating seniors around in a dump truck conga line, but personally, I would have preferred Justin Bieber.
Don't believe me? Here's a video, it's short because I was sad:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=teCvkJ5qI30&feature=channel_video_title
1 comment:
HAHAHA. I'm actually more entertained by the fact that there are seniors in a dump truck over justin bieber. not that justin bieber isn't entertaining.
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