Bad Company
When I finally did make out of the surf, lo and behold the local fauna decided to transform my lower limbs into shriveled sticks of burning pain. Definitely not my day.
The amused musings of a wandering student (when on the move), and a journal of curios and odd thoughts in the absence of travel.
When I finally did make out of the surf, lo and behold the local fauna decided to transform my lower limbs into shriveled sticks of burning pain. Definitely not my day.
Posted by The Navigator at 02:25
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