Its called a gravitron or something. was cool to get drunk and go on because unlike joey there were no straps...
Those things make me so fucking dizzy. The centripetal force is what keeps you strapped in and you can't frickin' move. Ugh.
I think the only time that I went on one of those was Physics at Great Adventure back in high school. A buddy of mine managed to choke down his vomit, which I appreciated greatly, as I preferred it back in his system rather than on the rest of us.
That would've been awful if he had puked while you guys were spinning. But the visual made me laugh.
Dear, sweet Harley Kwink...I'm madly in love with you. Marry me! We can go to Canadia. Or Boston or something. It'll be grand...You know the cookies are a given. They are ALWAYS a given. You could dump me tomorrow and you'd still get the cookies. Boston..shit, wherever dyke weddings were legalized. And where better to rub their little piggie noses in how bad they suck than right on their doorstep? What are they gonna do? Be jealous of you? Stare furiously at your tah-tahs? Not willingly give you cookies, but instead begrudgingly give you their cookies? Woman, time to wake up to the powers you wield - Uschi
