Two people struck out into the wilds of the Orient, searching for adventure. I'm...not one of those two people. I'm the guy slinging coffee back in Chicago, getting their postcards. Won't you read them with me?
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
*static noises*
*KSHHT*-ERRIBLE, IT'S TERRI--*KSHHHHT*
*KSHHT*--TERNET KEEPS CUTTING IN AND OU--*KSHHT*
*KSHHT*--ONTINUE HOLDING FOR PROPER TRANSMISSIO--*KSHHT*
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