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Posted on February 13th 2009 in General
February 15th, 2009 at 1:42 pm
Do you remember seven years ago when we both decided to build an airplane out of cardboard boxes, toilet paper and old computer parts? Then we flew in the airplane up to Grouse Mountain, and you decided that you were going to steal a tree. A BIG tree. So we dug out a giant tree (because we didn’t want to cut it down and kill it), and you were excited because you wanted to give it to Arwen. The tree was too heavy for the cardboard/toilet paper plane (duh!), though, so we had to send it off down the side of the mountain. It wound up in the parking lot, through the roof of someone’s car. We waited to see who the owner was, and it turned out to be Mr. T! When he arrived, he just kept screaming in a British accent, “MY CAR ASPLODE!” After he calmed down, he agreed that the only sensible thing to do would be to give us his car so we could drive the tree home. But while driving across the Second Narrows, we were distracted by the Tour de France. After coming to a screeching halt, the tree fell off the car and over the side of the bridge – it’s still floating around Burrard Inlet to this day, I’d wager.