So my "friends" keep mentioning all the lethal surprises that I can encounter in Indonesia. So far, I think I have been assured that I will die of
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Can I add stuff to the list that goes more like, "And then Roo had a really great and awesome time?" Yeesh. I mean - I want you to take care of yourself and have a safe trip and all but yeesh. Also, I suspect your feet are smaller than mine, so I doubt I would benefit in any way from you early demise.
Yes, I like that item on the list. "Despite dodging a death-rain of hazardous threats, Roo had an awesome time." I'll do my best to make it so!
DUDE I HAVE HUGE FEET. They are bigger than yours I think. 9-1/2 and 10 in 'Vog sizes. I have a pair of heels I think I have to give to you anyway cause they kill my feets.
Now I am conflicted. We have the same size feet. I love shoes BUT I DON'T WANT YOU TO DIE. Like, ever. Or at least not for a really long and time and definitely not until I get to visit you in Michigan (and go to OHIO). Plus we have too many conversations left to have. And adventures.
Aww you guys made it excited! It's sorta cute, in a way. Although knowing that they swim is worrying. There's a lot of swimming on the agenda for this trip. (Right! Eight million and ONE ways to die...the ocean-borne threat!)
Wow, yeah, inciting the komodo is a bit scary. They can run like motherfuckers I hear. I think you guys should go see another komodo somewhere else and see if you inspire the same reaction (as long as it is still behind the glass of course)!
I mean... No! You can't die yet! We have drinking to do! People are so ready for other people to meet Certain Doom. When I moved to Cleveland, my parents and my ex's parents were nervous that the Monk and I would be killed within the first week. A number of years later, we haven't even been the victims of even the most minor crime (*knock wood*).
"A Surfeit of Bicycling" needs to be the title of something.
Oh right, we have drinking to do! I will endeavor to Postpone my Inevitable Demise, then...yes, people do seem awfully eager to predict disaster, don't they?
Maybe "A Surfeit of Bicycling" should be the titles to my memoirs. Except I really don't do that much bicycling.
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Yeesh. I mean - I want you to take care of yourself and have a safe trip and all but yeesh.
Also, I suspect your feet are smaller than mine, so I doubt I would benefit in any way from you early demise.
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DUDE I HAVE HUGE FEET. They are bigger than yours I think. 9-1/2 and 10 in 'Vog sizes. I have a pair of heels I think I have to give to you anyway cause they kill my feets.
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Anyway, they seem kind of sweet (see video below). (Or maybe it just wanted to BITE them?)
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1YQtf3CRCCM
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I am very glad that it decided to do it's song and dance BEHIND the glass
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I mean... No! You can't die yet! We have drinking to do! People are so ready for other people to meet Certain Doom. When I moved to Cleveland, my parents and my ex's parents were nervous that the Monk and I would be killed within the first week. A number of years later, we haven't even been the victims of even the most minor crime (*knock wood*).
"A Surfeit of Bicycling" needs to be the title of something.
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Maybe "A Surfeit of Bicycling" should be the titles to my memoirs. Except I really don't do that much bicycling.
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