wha? y'allz gonna be mad skinny when you gets back. you will not have back when you get back, you might say. but you will have beads. i mean, due to the poisoning and all...and the bead emporiums as well. maybe you will try to develop bead-digesting enzymes from now on--seems safer than food. or perhaps maybe you just kindly ask everyone to put your food in the fire prior to serving. just sayin, not yelling at you or anything. though it's possible that you twose need a little american style impoliteness to ground you again. seems you've been living the foreigner's high life a little too long. you come back, watch some baseball, eat some cooked meat, and you will be all right. sonal told me not to submit this, but i must anyway. 'evening yallz
flech now you're just superimposing images of yourselves over 3rd world backgrounds, which is cool and everything, but i don't know, maybe not the depth of cultural exploration i've been accustomed to at this point. not complaining, but still. someone could get disappointed if they were an asshole and all. you know?
shirt I am happy to see that you still fit into the old soccer shirt and you are representing it well many miles away. Also put a red sox B on that hat and call it good. You guys are looking well
f that after bus-cornering cliffs on rails, maybe my driving will not seem so scary to you. i believe that may not be my first comment in that vein, and if not, sorry. anyway, i wonder what would happen if tamar dropped that giant thing of rice while she was messing around with it, like would the people be pissed off enough to yell at you or would they just let it go because you are a bunch of city slickers who can't even tie your own shoes, let alone weave leaf plates. --hey listen, if you could bring back some rare wild-caught aquarium fish for me and a young child for sonal, that would be the bomb. thanks.
damn it the place is fucked. stop jogging. come home. i remember the burning trash in india and the terrible breathing conditions. i would rather smoke half a pack of cigarettes per day and enjoy them and do less damage to my lungs etc. but f- me anyway. sorry, i don't mean to dark out your blog. everything just seems so terrible though.
happy birthday, miss t! you guys take some decent photos, i'm not gonna lie. regarding the mountain bus, ethan has expressed similar distaste for the driving conditions here. but really, don't die if you can help it.
in that one photo of tamar, you can really see how tiny the native people are. nobody ever talks about that, probably because it's rude. my fault. i'm sorry they stare at you. also, very rude. when you come back, i promise not to look at you even once. please to continue having a good time in the other country.
very nice i am watching you. on your blog, that is. the napalis dig the floating upside down house style, i did not know that. um, is it hot enough for you there? i enjoy you, please to continue if possible. ok, stay classy, dogs.
By Now You're in Bahrain... I am thinking of you both today! Safe flying times! I'm looking forward to reading this blog. Send me your mailing address as soon as you get this, and I'll mail you fun time survival items. Such as leaves and twizzlers and tiny monsters that grow in the bathtub.
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y'allz gonna be mad skinny when you gets back. you will not have back when you get back, you might say. but you will have beads. i mean, due to the poisoning and all...and the bead emporiums as well. maybe you will try to develop bead-digesting enzymes from now on--seems safer than food. or perhaps maybe you just kindly ask everyone to put your food in the fire prior to serving. just sayin, not yelling at you or anything. though it's possible that you twose need a little american style impoliteness to ground you again. seems you've been living the foreigner's high life a little too long. you come back, watch some baseball, eat some cooked meat, and you will be all right. sonal told me not to submit this, but i must anyway. 'evening yallz