So the one that pops to mind was that time we were in Morocco. Honestly though, I thought the thugee cults were confined to India. I know that dress was nice looking in the Casino but I can't imagine that made it easy to run in. Still we made it to the airport. I never did ask, when did you learn to fly?
I was also unaware of the growing Moroccan thugee population. I have to say, though, you've made a great cravat out of that yellow scarf he tried to strangle you.
The dress... well... maybe it was a mistake. I'll admit it was more Mata Hari than Morocco, and the vinyl was surprisingly comfortable in the heat. As for the flying, it's a little something I picked back in Da Nang.
Pygmy cannibals. We could hardly believe it. Yet, there they were looking at us with hunger in their eyes and rumbling in their stomachs. The remains of Steve the Tour guide were basted around their mouths, the glistening blood reflecting their filed, pointed teeth.
How we had gotten here wasn't exactly clear, even to us. It started as a group tour of secret, hidden Aztec temple sacrifice locations, and somehow delved off course. Who would have thought tampering with ancient-rites-man-should-not-know would have angered the pygmy butchers we saw before us.
Suddenly, you reached into your backpack, taking out a length of rope, a rudimentary lathe, and a CD of Journey's Greatest Hits. You turned to the rest of the group and said, "Let's ride".
"Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world."nighthobOctober 10 2008, 18:47:26 UTC
First of all, Steve was a douche, and I don't feel bad about tripping him to buy us some time. Who's crying now, Steve? Huh?
I'm still confused about why they didn't like the ritual. Maybe it was that bit where we called down the gods to wreak vengeance on their people? Or maybe they just don't like Steve Perry.
remember that time you got that rough patch of a rash on your buttocks? You were crying because you didn't want your waxer to see it when you got your weekly brazillian (weekly? Really? what the hell is going on down there?) so you came to me crying and asking me to help, so I did a sugar scrub and rubbed an ointment on it.
I do appreciate your letting me video it. Subscriptions from the site have REALLY helped out during my unemployment.
Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding a little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee with a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade, and went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, and drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke's, your cousin's, he took us out on a sled, and we were frightened.
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The dress... well... maybe it was a mistake. I'll admit it was more Mata Hari than Morocco, and the vinyl was surprisingly comfortable in the heat. As for the flying, it's a little something I picked back in Da Nang.
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How we had gotten here wasn't exactly clear, even to us. It started as a group tour of secret, hidden Aztec temple sacrifice locations, and somehow delved off course. Who would have thought tampering with ancient-rites-man-should-not-know would have angered the pygmy butchers we saw before us.
Suddenly, you reached into your backpack, taking out a length of rope, a rudimentary lathe, and a CD of Journey's Greatest Hits. You turned to the rest of the group and said, "Let's ride".
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I'm still confused about why they didn't like the ritual. Maybe it was that bit where we called down the gods to wreak vengeance on their people? Or maybe they just don't like Steve Perry.
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I do appreciate your letting me video it. Subscriptions from the site have REALLY helped out during my unemployment.
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I confess - the weekly brazilian isn't a necessity. I just get off on the wax and the pain.
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And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke's, your cousin's, he took us out on a sled, and we were frightened.
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