I had other summer quests, too.
One year I filmed a movie, an independent sequel to Jean-Claude Van Damme’s Sudden Death in which I faux kicked another neighbor’s ass in my basement for 45-straight minutes and then watched it back in super slow-motion while my mom made me Toaster Strudels upstairs.
Another summer I memorized every line in Ace Ventura by watching it every morning (jn case you couldn’t tell by now, I am an only child).
Another I played house with the girl next door because I thought she was hot (nothing ever happened, it turned out she just wanted help cleaning the dishes… in retrospect, the game was a real accurate portrayal of grownup life).
I would also sometimes fart in kiddie pools because I liked the smell of gas and lukewarm water (still do, if we’re being honest).
Anyway, if only I had channeled my ambition toward producing something like this – the greatest downtime stunt ever pulled off by the youth of our nation – I would have felt a lot better about what was in those first six paragraphs. Watch the best Vine ever, after the jump.