besides my tan, things have been going great. Money is low, but that means we've been having a good time and that what this trip is all about. At the moment we are in Byron Bay, more gorgeous beaches and LOADS of backpackers. I think the tour on Fraser Island got us a bit more social and we met some cool aussies last night over Coronas and James Boag (one of the 3 aussie beers kent enjoys). Ladies i think i found the aussie men you requested. all engineers, but aussie so they have tans and while slightly dorky, still hot....sorry kent, they were. two are in the reserves, one as a contractor (aka, mercenary), they other as something else, i forget. but anywho, i will try to get them to come to the states with me so i can distribute them accordingly. Kent is now giving me the evil eye but, he has no room to talk :-)
This is Kent standing up very shortly after his first try on his surfing lesson. YEAH!! I was so proud, he didn't even think that he would be able to get up, and after 10 minutes he was catching his own waves! This was in Surfers Paradise, where oddly, most people don't surf. You can take lessons and its a good place for beginners, but the surfers say its too touristy and busy. I thought it was great. While i was laying on the beach i got to watch a Doberman puppy attempt to go in the water for its first time. his owner would put him near the surf and as soon as the water would come up, he would run away. SOOO cute.
umm, i will also post a picture of a tiger cub we saw at the Australian Zoo, but Kent wants to write another installation of what i can only assume will be me getting killed again. most likey by a shark...
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This is the worst title in the world, I call this one Sunscream!
"Don't worry about it" he said "we're almost there."
"Well it is a little disconcerting when your skin starts to bleed like this" She said point to her chest. Sun bathing for two days in Australia with ABSOLUTELY no sunscreen on is apparently a REALLY bad idea.
"Well that's what you get for not listening to me." He said in his normal smarmy tonality. he had told her several times, to put on sunscreen, but she had constantly told him that she can't burn. what had started as an harmless looking enough burn had in fact healed but continued to feel like it was burning. One day while walking, she kept brushing her chest and it had started to bleed. After several days had gotten so bad they were pretty sure there was no skin between the muscle and the air. just then the bus stopped right in front of the hospital.
"Finally" she said keeping a white towel pressed against her chest.
"well we could've taken the ambulance or a taxi, but we're completely out of money." he said chastising her for some reason, even though she was OBVIOUSLY in really bad shape.
"will you just leave it alone" she cried. "I mean I didn't exactly want this to happen."
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The Emergency room was literally shoulder to shoulder, he had to fight just to get to the window to get the paper work he had to fill out.
"Outta my way, lady with a dead baby" he exclaimed.
finally reaching office, he began to fill out page after page of tedious paper work.
"hope the next time my chest bleeds she fills out MY paper work" he mumbled desperately trying to think if she had ever had sex with someone from Africa . "Why do they even need to know that?"
"Who cares just fill out the damn paper work!" she screamed as if her chest were bleeding or something.
after what only seemed like a few thousand pages of questions about her life, they were finally done.
"Dr. Frank Hobart Jr." he said, "right this way mam."
"can you get me a wheelchair," she asked, "It's getting a little hard for me to walk"
"Not a problem" as he said that two orderlies came up to her with a wheelchair and wheeled her away. all he could do was sit and wait.
several hours passed as he sat there and counted tiles on the ceiling to help him pass the time.
"eight thousand one hundred and eighty two" he said, "eight thousand one hundred and eighty three"
"Excuse me sir?"
He jumped from his seat, "great now I've lost count."
"My name is Dr. Frank Carrington" said a rather attractive man who's teeth seemed to gleam every time he smiled.
"Is every doctor in this hospital named Frank?" he said
"Yes, but that's not important right now." Said Mr. Carrington
"What happened to the other doctor?" he said
"Your girlfriend bit him, she has no pulse or anything to suggest that she's alive, but we're sending her home with you right now." Dr. Carrington said
"that doesn't seem like it's all that good of an idea" he exclaimed.
"Well she's moving and she keeps asking for brains so we think it's best to get her out of here." just then another orderly rolled her up in a wheelchair.
"Hey sweetie, how you feeling" he asked.
"Brains?"
"Ok, we'll work on that," he said "thank you doctor you've been a big help I'm sure." they left the hospital and walked across the street to a cafe.
"maybe they'll have some brains here for you?" they quickly picked out a seat and he began to read the menu.
"Can I help you?" a young man came up to them with a paper and pencil ready to jot down their order.
"Brains?" she said.
"that's odd," said the waiter.
"what's odd?" he asked.
"well we've been getting orders for those all day! they've been so popular in fact we made them our special"
The waiter pulled out a slip of paper, and showed it to the young, incredibly handsome man, who's girlfriend would have no reason to look at other men who are missing their two front teeth. "Hmmm Brains in brain sauce?"
"Yeah, it's just tomato sauce but no one really seems to notice!."
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More on that later.
KMO
2 comments:
lady with a dead baby. Nice.
This is great info to know.
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