Well, as best as I can tell, nothing has been touched in the kitchen. 24 hours later and the piece of turkey is still sitting out, the oven door is open, and the remains of the glass pan still litter the area. And I'm pretty sure neither of them went to work today, though they're not here now. The hell?
Thursday, November 30, 2006
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You need to ice them hoes and move with me to Hawaii. Or Tanzania. Or New Zealand. Or Japan. Or Antarctica. Or Peru. Or Nepal. Or Brazil. Or Morocco. Or Croatia.
Seriously - are we the same person? And are you halfway interested in some -- just some -- of those places because you've met/seen some hot dude from there? Because I gotta tell you: Croatia wasn't exactly on my list of places to go until I grew acquainted with the beauty of the Eastern European hot ass.
I have a Nepali co-worker who has extended an open offer of help, guidance, and arrangements for any trek through Nepal. New Zealand is also high on my list, but I understand that it's difficult to get work visas and move there.
And, yes. That's the sole reason Argentina, Brazil and Eastern Europe are so high on my list -- respectively: Cezar the snowboard instructor, "Paulo" the Alamo car rental surfer dude, and just about any gay porn. Holy hotness.
If I win the Powerball, Dru, you and I are going to "powerball" our way across the globe. This I promise you.
I'm telling you guys, Lara and T-Bone are looking for house renters in Honolulu (that sounds like a porn movie right there "Honolulu House Renters") but you gotta get in touch with them and check it out. They're leaving for the Peace Corps next August.
I'll tell you what sounds like porn: a name like T-Bone! And I don't mind one bit. In fact, my debut porn feature, Power Ballin', might just have a character named "TBone."
Give me some contact information and I will talk to these people, no lie.
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