Simply Pantsless |
Sometimes I don't have a lot of words. Sometimes I have to find my words. Sometimes I just like to collect new words. Here is where I do all of that. |
| (Before heading out to whitewater raft): | |
| Me: | Okay, I'm going to go get dressed for RAFTING. |
| Me: | I might die. |
| Me: | So you should tell me your secrets. |
| Me: | They'll go with me to the bottom of the Taylor river. |
| Me: | Where their skulls will be crushed on rocks. |
| Me: | And then probably trout will eat them. |
| Me: | And I'm not sure if trout are good secret-keepers. |
| Me: | So it's really up to you. |
| Him: | Yikes. Be safe. |
