So when I was away I flew a kite and I got it so high that I ran out of string. I was all proud. But then I got cocky and sorta tied it to a chair-- but it got untied and took off and it flew away so far it looked like it went over the friggin horizon...

But what happens to stuff when it flies away? Where do bullets go when people shoot them in the air? What about balloons? What happens to runaway kites?

Does anything go into space into orbit or whatever?

Also 'Hi Everybody!!!' (in Dr. Nick's voice...)

Last week I came home to two mylar balloons in my yard. I'll keep an eye out for your kite.

Runaway kites inevitably wind up stuck in trees.

Land sakes alive, the steak's alive.

In Iraq they have a real problem with people shooting bullets in the air during celebrations. They tend to come down at a velocity that can kill people. There are always about 2-3 people who get killed every time one of those yahoo's have a celebration.

Didn't that happen in New Orleans a few years ago? Or maybe it was NEW YEAR'S somewhere. Yes....very bad idea. What goes up must come down.

I don't agree with releasing balloons either....be it for a wedding, a memorial, or anything else. Those balloons don't reach heaven, people! Ever!

What goes up must come down.

People get killed by stray bullets all the time. Dumb rednecks shoot them off and they come down in some unsuspecting person's roof.

Balloons get too high, pop, and fall (probably)into the ocean chocking the shit out of some giant Tuna.

Your kite probably ended up in a gutter somewhere causing major backup and water damage.

I doubt anything you toss up in the atmosphere makes it into orbit.

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That kite is probably sticking uncomfortably out of some poor whale's blowhole even as we speak.

When I was in Elementary school, we had a balloon releasing thing where we attached a note to our balloons as well as the school's address so if someone found the it, they could contact the school and make the kid feel special, etc.

No one found mine, but I remember someone found this one kid's balloon and mailed it back to him.

Fun with littering.

Yeah, when I think back on it now, it seems like a bad idea. Stuff like that wouldn't fly today (pun intended). But back in 1989, no one thought twice about it.

I have to disagree - with all of you. None of you backed your dooms day scenarios with facts - so I'm assuming you're all wrong.

Todd, when you shoot a bullet into the sky - it turns into a rocket ship and goes to visit other planets. Runaway kites are Fedexed to the international space station. Balloons kill whales by giving them SARS.

In 1989, I was getting to high school in the morning by using cans of aquanet as a bobafet style jet pack. Truefax.

In 1989... I was looking forward to turning 3.

 

Coo welcome, Fermeriya!

Hahaha. Awesome.

In 1989, I was a freshman in college, misbehaving like crazy. Or like Madonna. Take your pick.

...would put a bundle of helium balloons out to attract attention to their shitty apartments. They were pretty big and nice. I used to walk Kozmo late at night and more than once I whipped out my pocket knife and cut them loose just to see then dissapear into the night sky. One night in particular it was very very still, not so much as a breeze. The balloons floated away really slowly. It was surreal. I enjoyed that very much.

I am

Um Todd, you left part of the story out...

"I wanted to fly a kite and show off my kite flying skills for my girlie girl"

Yes, Todd, please explain the "girly girl" part of your recent what's happening. Who is she????

I don't wanna jinx anything by talking bout it too much

If you're happy we're happy for you. And if it's too early for her to meet this deranged TV Fact Message Board part of your family, well... it's probably always too early for that.

Todd - it's impossible to jinx a relationship by introducing her to your family too fast.

That's why I bring my mother along on every first date. Every single one.;

Look how successful my love life is!

Took ya long enough to mention this girl! Jesus! Congrats.

Japan is on the Moon, so that makes it in the sky. This guy on Twitter said so.

Todd and I went kite flying. So really I was first. My hair got tangled up in the string and it flew really high,...all the way to Jupiter and it was like....um I couldn't breath and it was too far away for Todd to hear me so I called his number on my blackberry and said, "Call somebody for help! My hair is tangled up in the kite string and I'm hanging above Jupiter." So we were in front of Starbucks when all this happened(cause that's Todd's favorite place to go" and he called for help inside and the firemen came and put up the ladder way up to Jupiter and helped me down and gave me oxygen and stuff ya know, cause there's no oxygen up there. Starbucks gave us free coffee for a week because we were so traumatized. Remember that Todd? When we went kite flying? We went kite flying before this girl.

I do not believe you.

Trade Teixeira to me, please.

Land sakes alive, the steak's alive.

Rainy! That was our private story!!

Holy crap! You were turning THREE?!!
My goodness, I'm an old fart.
In 1989, I graduated high school, joined the army, and turned 18 at boot camp in Fort Dix, New Jersey.

You're actually younger than my neice!
I feel bad for saying dirty stuff on the bored now.

I would have been seven. Jiggy's a dirty old man

Jiggster - at THIS TIME in 1989 I was still 2.

We can celebrate my 3rd '89 birthday at the end of August.

Holy shit, maybe I shouldn't have been drunk for the past 20 years...

Or maybe you should stay drunk for the next 20 :-p

I've got home brewing equipment! We can do it!

In 1989 I hooked up to a tire warehouse job where I worked for a month shy of 12 years.













GET OFFA MY DAMN LAWN YA BUNCH A KIDS !!!! DON'T MAKE ME GO AND GET THE BB GUN !!

It's the 4th of July prett'n'ear.

I gots some M-80's left I'll throw at ya too!!

That'll get ya movin' !!!!!!!!!!!!

I bet you can't catch me!

BB gun shootin' M-80's!
That's what I need!!





Next time that damn ball gets close enough.....


I'M KEEPIN' IT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

89.... ah the "clubbing" years. (not baby seals, you sick fucks!!! )

I was a sophomore in college, getting wasted a lot of the time, and dancing my ass off.

Leave my balls out of this, Trucker.