Crescent Beach

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

The World's Most Dangerous Road (cont)

“Oh man, you had me worried there, I thought you were done for,” Jason explained.

Tim’s eyes were fearful, then confused. He looked around and couldn’t place a finger on his surroundings. Then, he opened his mouth. From the depths of his bowels came one word, if we dare call it so.

“Pfaaaaaaaaff.”

“Yes, Tim, you crashed into an alpaca. Now get up and let’s go. We have five days to catch our boat.” Jason grabbed Tim by the arm and pulled him off the bed. Tim fell on the floor.

“Pfaaaaaff. Pfaaaaff”

“Stop playing around Tim. Remember, Bolivian radicals will be making chop suey out of our limbs if we’re late, and trust me, there’s a long ways to go.”

“Pfaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaff”

“Man, I liked you better asleep. Doctor! You said nothing was wrong. Why is he talking like a damn alpaca?”

1 Comments:

Blogger GirlFromSantiago said...

:O No way!!

10:14 AM  

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