If you were a balloon...?

Question

what color would you be, and why??

where would you go?

would you be a hot air balloon or a helium balloon?

journalism question!! need answers quick. try to be funny too, pleasE?

Answer 1

I would be a BIG Hello kitty balloon! and i would go to a place where kids were out playing :) Kids notice stuff like that :)

or maybe Downtown near all the high rise buildings are at... I would visit hard working people with their blinds open and just float around their window unitil I made them smile :)

Balloons are so Awesome!

Answer 2

if i were a balloon i'd be red and have 98 friends. (for the old song by Lena)

Answer 3

I'd be a '70s psychedelic balloon. I'd be a hot air balloon and always travel downwind. Balloons are like that. They must go with the flow. It is their nature.

I'd float across the Atlantic and meet my cousin, Colonel Blimp. We'll share stories of our adventures and misadventures over many glasses of Scots whiskey. The stories will last well into the night as we are both a couple of gasbags. He'll even be so audacious as to accuse me of being full of hot air!

Of course what does he know? He's pretty light-headed to begin with.

Answer 4

If I were a baloon Id be purple w/ whitr stripes.  I would fly over Italy and paris, wrap my self aroud the top of the eiffel tower and then let go. Id float back up to the clouds. Drifting along,  passing europe, Id take in all the sights.

Id find my way back to the USA and head to Indpls,

IN. After I found my family Id just to make sure of them. Then Id find  a very sharp ice sicle and pop myself becasue by then Id be bored, alone, cold and no doubt hungry.

One day there I was, after the tank of life blew its first breath into me and I was alive. Full of helium I was high. . . in the air that is. A big mouse named Mickey tied me to a kiosk with alot of other high people like me.   Swaying in the wind I looked down and a little girl was pointing at me. She said, I want that one mommy! I want tinkerbell.

Was she talking about me. Was my name tinkerbell? The big mouse untied me and handed me to the little girl. I said bye to all the other high ballon people. The little girl looked at me with her big brown eyes and kissed me. I fealt loved she smiled at me and I think I smiled back.

By the end of the day I was planning for my great escape.  The little girl was cute and indeed she liked me, but  she held so tight to my stringy body, flinging me around behind her. I smacked into peoples faces and they smacked me back. I have cotten candy all over my gorgeous dress and stink of  ketchup and mustard from the little girls grubby hands  Im sore and long to be free.  

We appeoached a big castle and the little girls mother wanted to take a picture of her with the big mouse. The wind slammed me into his hed several times and right then when the Mother wanted to hold me the little girl let go. I flung my stringy body up and wind took me so high, so free. I never looked back as began my journey to see the world.

I traveled to Europe and Paris, To the bahamas and back. Life has been short and Im starting to sag. Little kids try to grab me but I dont want to be captured again. So today I found   a girl with a pin in her hair and smacked her so I hard I exploded.  I am no more. Im just busted and broken. Im ready for my proper burial now.  Will you give me one.  

Take a busted balloon out of a bag and say ashes to ashes dust to dust Be free balloon. Be free and throw it in trash