The curious case of Benjy belle full

Note: In Nigeria, we do not really have time to discover ourselves because we are almost always hungry (not to be mistaken for greed, avarice or coveteousness) So if your habits include similar things, you are considered well-fed (belle as in BELLY, full as in...well, if you need me to help with that, tell your psychotherapist you are suffering from intellectual atrophy...seriously)

My name is Benjamin (son of my right hand) and I've been itching and fixing to try something so I got the following ingredients:

2 cars ( one appropriated by creative means so as to avoid 2nd party insurance costs, the other is legit as they come)

1 camera + camera man

1 large bus

I picked a spot on the highway, told the camera crew of 1 to keep hidden and not to stop shooting, no matter what happens.

So I follow a very large bus ( I call them false double-deckers) and when I was in range of the camera, I brushed it hard and caused the 'indemnity-free' car to screech and come to a stop 10 metres away. I covered myself with ketchup and padded my under-clothes heavily to protect my frail body from indiscreet knocks as the car careened.

I staggered out looking dazed and in pain. The passengers in the bus come down and make their way towards me to see I am okay. By this time the second car pulled up slowly towards me and I then JUMP INTO THE CAR LIKE A FIEND AND THE CAR ZOOMS OFF LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL.

The camera man recorded the confusion at the accident scene and we laugh at the poor souls trying to wrap their mind around what just happened.

:) that is not even funny...

MY NEXT STUNT WA HILARIOUS

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAA....

YES, I AM INSANE...my template was altered slightly to the left according to an old friend