don't be ridiculous....we don't -need- to resort to cannibalism, it's just a fun thing to do on weekends.
also, the one your thinking of was plane crash in the Andes, not a mountain climb in Nepal. Two different continents.
Day 32
Today we began our final push up the Northeast slope to finally find our way past Green Boots' cave. But tensions run high amid Swanon's loss of key provisions during the transfer from the lower summit to the main rock face.
Ytelli, our Sherpa guide, continues his mocking at our...
Today is:
National Bloobury Popover Day
NOT to be confused with Bloobury Muffin Day....which, while equally awesome, is on the level of faux pas of wearing white after Labor Day, Getting involved in a land-war with Asia, or Going in against a Sicilian when death is on the line.
Also...
Day 26
The physical pains have mostly subsided, but weekends are still a torturous affair. Watching friends and others join in the revelry only reserved to those that achieve ascended states of inebriation is a dagger to what is left of my blackened soul. I was forced to be what I most dread...
This happened on the road i live on, about half an hour after i passed that intersection last week: *not for the faint of heart*
VIDEO: Gravel truck flies off RM 2222 after crash
The real action happens after the 1:45 mark.
nobody died amazingly enough.
and about 8 hours earlier, a...
Day 21
In the purely Biblical sense, I am halfway to my goal. In reality, the finish line seems an unfathomable distance away. This curse that normal people live daily haunts me with it's sensible speech patterns and complete control over my bladder. I feel like a lemming...a lemming that...
Day 18
Yet another brutal weekend has passed, preceded by what appears to be an equally brutal week of painful sobriety. The physical pains have peaked, but still persists. The real enemy, aside from Cobra Command, is a volatile mixture of boredom and distant memories resurfacing to expunge...
I`m just a precious little one
who didn`t make it there.
I went straight to be with Jesus,
but I`m waiting for you here.
Many dwelling here where I live,
waited years to enter in.
Struggled through a world of sorow,
a world marred with pain and sin.
Thank you for the life you gave me,
it...
Day 13
My lucky number. Almost 2 full weeks into my self-imposed turmoil of avoiding all things alcoholic. It strikes me, there are literally millions of people that choose to live their lives in this horrid fashion. Devoid of the sweet comfort that booze brings; openly facing the haunting...
Day 11
The will grows weaker. Another abysmal weekend spent in the cold, clingy, nightmare-ish arms of sobriety has left me a shell of my former self. Of course that shell being a shell of another former self, so, kinda like an oyster i guess? Maybe a hermit crab? Whatever has 2 shells, but...
Day 8
Today we have crossed the 60th parallel. Jenkins is suffering from frostbite and Mallory seems to exhibit the first signs of ice madness. I have sincere fear of our trek across this frozen landscape.
Lichtenstein has been accused of eating more than his share of rations, food already...
that's the photo from the menu placard....i had a delicious coca cola...which tastes funny wif no booze in it.
but, the burger and taters served to me looked EXACTLY like the picture....not the lie you get at IHOP or other places.
Day 7
Now one full week into my hellish descent into the madness of sobriety. My body has rebelled with aches and pains from the withdrawal. My mind has almost completely snapped under the onslaught of repressed memories and wanton lust for the sweet release of inebriation.
At work, I have...
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