It might be you just remember how good it was to be out of your unhappy marriage and enjoying the freedom of traveling thru an exotic land.
And free. I was entirely responsibility free. I could do anything I wanted in a country that would never remember me. However I wanted to do it. For whatever reason I chose to do it, at whatever moment I chose to do it.
I puked up bourbon off the back of a moped in front of a bunch of small Asian women one morning. They freaked out, and I giggled as we drove away.
I fart on this thread and everyone in it
Axiom.
ok, who writes "goo goo at a at a, fukin jew heeb"?
"fuckyoubigot i dont like you're sig" "repeated annoying comments"
The Lord is not my Shepherd for I am not a sheep.
valtrex should clear that mark up for you slips
I hate being bipolar, its awesome.
I was warned left/right/center............."don't eat the produce, don't drink the water, used bottled water when brushing your teeth, no ice in your drinks, lather yourself in repellant".........I did NOTHING I was advised to do. I ate and drank everything. No repellant.
I did not get malaria and die. But the stomach pains were debilitating, for a good 3 - 4 days, twice.
Goddamn awful.
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