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April 1, 2011
Laos ending
All in all the rest of Laos was great. The only mishap was me messing up while cutting my toenails with a sharp knife. The roads were smooth and fairly quiet, the weather hot, and the people mellow. We will miss it.
Talent. I think it's aging...don't you ever get twitches? You're doing something smoothly then all of a sudden a tiny little time warp happens and I'm left with a puncture wound, or a spilled drink or something. It's strange...and terribly annoying. I'd better delete this comment if I ever consider applying for a nuclear reactor control room operator.
Looks more like you were having some kind of delusion involving your foot. Maybe you thought it was a cockroach crawling up your leg and stabbing it seemed the best solution. Nice try at a cover up though.
OK, ya got me...I was shotgunning beer and opening them by throwing a knife. It missed the can, glanced off of a Buddha statue, bounced off the mosquito net and landed on my foot. In pain, I staggered backwards and knocked a hole in the bamboo mud hut then fell down the stairs onto 6 baby chickens. Lucky I was able to give the dual peace signs with my outstretched hands while yelling woooooooooo on my back just before passing out.
Is this the sort of stuff you were looking to dredge up?
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What the hell? How did you cut that part of your foot when trimming your toenails with a knife?
Talent. I think it's aging...don't you ever get twitches? You're doing something smoothly then all of a sudden a tiny little time warp happens and I'm left with a puncture wound, or a spilled drink or something. It's strange...and terribly annoying.
I'd better delete this comment if I ever consider applying for a nuclear reactor control room operator.
Looks more like you were having some kind of delusion involving your foot. Maybe you thought it was a cockroach crawling up your leg and stabbing it seemed the best solution. Nice try at a cover up though.
OK, ya got me...I was shotgunning beer and opening them by throwing a knife. It missed the can, glanced off of a Buddha statue, bounced off the mosquito net and landed on my foot. In pain, I staggered backwards and knocked a hole in the bamboo mud hut then fell down the stairs onto 6 baby chickens. Lucky I was able to give the dual peace signs with my outstretched hands while yelling woooooooooo on my back just before passing out.
Is this the sort of stuff you were looking to dredge up?
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