wait for fucking what?

I like to say "You popped my balloon." It is a saying that I enjoy due to it's ability to accurately describe the feeling of deflation that I can feel when someone urinates on something I'm excited about. Once the balloon is popped, it can't be blown up again. It's just ruined. Honestly now, I do not live or work in a balloon factory. Balloons, it seems, exist somewhere far away. Perhaps the other side of the earth. It is a rare occasion indeed when a balloon appears in front of me. So when I am in possession of a balloon, I'm all about it! Wee!! A balloon! I believe those that are near to me should appreciate the fact that I have a balloon and take care not to pop it. They should also take great care not to physically urinate on me while I am in a good mood.