Thursday, May 15, 2008
Excuse me. Would you mind letting me get off this before you set it on fire?
Some days I feel like Indiana Jones. Not the happy Indiana Jones, with the golden head thingy. The Indy who's standing on the rope bridge watching the shouting native dude. The shouting native dude who's holding a bow and a fistful flaming arrows.
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Friday night festivities are a mear 25 hours away ... hang in there kiddo!
Don't worry. I'm using my bullwhip to lash myself to the bridge until I can swing to safety.
Lord, I'm just a bottomless well of Indiana Jones jokes.
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