Well, if you really must know, one bright sunny day I was riding my little skateboard down a big hill. At that exact moment in time a beautiful butterfly happened to be frolick flying across the glossy blue sky in the same general direction. I was always nice to mother nature and all it's creations, and had received kindness in return for as long as I could remember. To continue this trend I thrust out a helpful finger allowing the butterfly to lazily perch upon my finger; it began to relax and enjoy the ride down the hill where our similar destinations lied and our paths would seperate. I couldn't wait to go get to the bottom of the hill because there was a rail I enjoyed grinding on. I could tell the butterfly was full of anticipation also; he probably had a date with a pretty girl butterfly!
It was such a beautiful day, are you enjoying the story you dumb, bald, nosy fuck, and it only looked like it would get better! Finally myself and the butterfly reached the bottom of the hill, said our goodbyes and went on our seperate ways. It was a pretty good day!