Wintersplash 2.0 (Page 4)
The crash helmet yelled and screamed when it was time to part with Tim, but we locked it in the garage and soon all that we could hear was weeping. I can deal with that.
Eamon...uhh...yeah.
It's a good thing that Tim picks up enough speed for the wind to blow the hair out of his eyes long enough for him to see the fence that he just can't stop hitting regardless of his bangs-situation.
Here's me resting on the ground after injuring my right knee. It really hurt, so much that I couldn't stand up after riding. I couldn't put any pressure on it for a few minutes afterward, so I just laid there in my own little world, dreaming of crunch berries.
And now Tim...yeah...
And finally, Team Wintersplash 2.0 gives the approval of the finest thing to happen to Winter since sno-cones.