When I was 17, one of my friends had stolen an old-timefire extinguisher - the kind you fill with water and compressed air. It would shoot a SOLID stream of water a good 40 feet.
Mostly, we'd drive around squirting homeless people with it. When it's 100 degrees, most of them appreciate it.
One night, though... we came across a couple taking a horse-drawn carriage ride. The dude was in a tux, and the chick was in a SERIOUS dress. I'll bet the dress alone was a grand. So... I rolled down the window, grabbed the hose, and told my friend to press the lever on the extinguisher, and went to work drenching the two of them.
Part way through, the driver of the carriage whipped around to get my license plate. So, I gave him a good squirt in the face, and soaked him, too. Then I went back to the passengers, and finally sped off. I dunno what kind of event they had been to, but the chick sure was bawling as I sped off.
Defecato, ergo sum.
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