God, if I'm like good and stuff, can I please get reincarnated as this guy?
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"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." -Mark Twain
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- Robb
- If you ask me where I´m from, it will take me about five minutes to answer. Currently wandering around Central America with my partner and my backpack. My biggest worry is wondering if we will actually make it to Machu Picchu this trip or not.
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Didn't I see you do something like this on stage once?????
ReplyDeleteEr, do you have another son I don't know about? Thanks to Dad (see, there are some things I don't blame on you) my shoulders prevent me from even doing a decent cartwheel, much less a forward moving back-flip. You've probably seen me get slapped in the face, kneed in the groin, punch someone in the gut, carry around a "heavy" ball and chain that later bounced to hilarious comic effect, lose a sword fight, get slapped in the face again, get knocked out, climb a rope ladder that came loose and started swinging across an open pit in the stage, shoot someone, do rope tricks, clog shirtless in Cowboy boots, become the evil dead, proposition a prostitute, lace up a maypole, slap Mickey Mouse on the back, fake getting married, win a football game, win a baseball game, win a racquetball game but then collapse and later die, tap dance up a staircase, sleep through all of Act One, make out with my girlfriend, make out with someone else's girlfriend, kill someone by hitting them on the head with a big stick, play the piano, play the trumpet, play a girl dressed like a bass, and do the aforementioned terrible, terrible cartwheel.
ReplyDeleteHowever you have never seen me be an urban ninja. If you have, please tell me about it and let's call the sleepwalking doctor, cause I'd love to know.
Well, amidst all that stuff that you DID, perhaps I "thought" I saw you do something like that. In any case, what you "did" was amazing every single time. Do I sound like a stage Mom?
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