so survived bolivia. one the salar trip my jeans decided they would rather be daisy dukes and riped both legs right up by the butt cheeks. so long jeans. then in la paz waiting on the copacabana bus went to the bathroom and the door ripped my pants right at the pocket. thank god for pockets or I would be bleeding from the thigh. so have a nice
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Tell your pants that Daisy Dukes are NOT our friends! They should be burnt at stake and recrispified in hell!
Wish I were with you...sounds like you're having a blast!
Did you get the email about Jose "retiring" and taking a new job in NM? Craziness!!!!!!!!!
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