The couchsurfers are both crying right now because there was a mistake and they no longer have tickets on a flight out of Palau like they thought. I think I need to go into witness protection to get out of this situation. Changing my name to Mufasa . . .
Shortly thereafter, Daniel messaged me to inform me that he ran into them at home and they had somehow convinced a man, whom they had already convinced to take them on a boat trip for the entire day, to drive them around the country so they could resolve the flight problem.
They were very distraught because the guy told them they might not be able to go on the Rock Islands boat tour now because of the delay in having to drive them around. And they were shocked. "VHAT!?!? No tooorer?!? But vee vere soo soooo sooo excitedz!!!!
Guys. Daniel and I are going to Hell for our attitudes alone. Whatever. As long as we don't have to host these couchsurfers there, I don't really care.
And now, your Friday pictures and distractions (well, just one picture. Because of laziness. And Internet problems. But mostly laziness):
|Ok, and so this one isn't from my phone. It's the most accurate depiction of The First Eye that has ever been created, despite not quite having 1,000 toes. Thanks, Flo, for sharing your creativity. This is the stuff of nightmares.|
Crap to distract you from whatever you're supposed to be doing:
When parents text. Thanks, Michael.
Woman who eats cat hair. Thanks(?), Angela.
Your cat could be a killer. Thanks, Maggie.
Reality tv celebrities spent all their money prior to the Mayan Apocalypse. Thanks, Shea.
And a little flashback to all those who grew up in the 90's. Thanks, Krishelle.
~It Just Gets Stranger