Danny Boy 7 wrote...
So a little story about me until the convo picks up again.
Once when I was living on a reservation for a report I had to do on my family heritage I was forced to uh....use the forest as a bathroom. While out there I heard a strange sound, I looked around and saw a HUGE deer....and he made the weirdest effing sound. It like growled/roared at me and chased me. So with my underwear around my ankles I ran for my life and THUS was my hatred for deer born.
I was delivering library books to underpriviledged children in Uganda last summer (:innocent:)*** when my friends and I decided to go on safari.
There's no bathroom on safari. You can pee in the bush, you can pee in the Nile, but either way if something decides you look tasty there is no way of getting out of that situation with both your life and your dignity. Also it's really hard to get your pee on while knowing that a python or a cheetah might sink its teeth into you while you have your pants down. <_<
Thankfully, I survived and never had to try going #2. And also saw some super cool animals. Also some kids now get the joys of reading Harry Potter. Win!!!

*** (information included because I knew someone would say "what on earth were you doing in Africa?")
... but seriously Danny. Deer = food. You should have called up Shades_of_Pale and asked her to mangle it with her bare hands for you!! (she's good at that kind of thing)
Modifié par brushyourteeth, 30 novembre 2012 - 06:08 .