The foaming begins, I attempt sign language (badly), mouth to mouth in public and physics wins.
The last day.
Four people hike to an isolated cabin. What could go wrong? Very little apparently…
We had views.
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It’s my birthday. It’s also very hot. The two are unrelated.
God arrives. Dog Arrives. Dyslexics leave.
A father and son set out to test their chafing limits.