Hello there! I *am* still alive, and I have all kinds of stories from the last ten days of my life (hooray for holidays!) but I thought I'd share this spectacular little gem first. Even better than river farting, people. Eeeeeven better.
So. I had my friend Peter over to watch a movie last night and managed to spectacularly embarrass myself.
Scene: Two guys out in the wilderness arguing over what to do: Dude 1 tells dude 2 that he's going to disappear into the woods, and that Dude 2 should just go back to Dude 1's wife and tell her her hubby is lost in the woods.
Dude 2: Do what you want! Go out into the wilderness! Fine. Become one with nature. Go hump a sasquatch. Whatever. But I'm not going to lie for you.
Me: Go hump a sasquatch?!?! Really? Cause that's not exactly the logical progression that *I* would think of. Become one with nature. Next step? HUMP A SASQUATCH.
Peter: Umm... I think he said "hunt."
Me: Ah. Well that would make more sense, now, wouldn't it?
*hides head under pillow*