Should be studying for the exam that happens in 45 minutes...but I am not...
I had a dream that, through the courses of his work at Citgo, Luke found a treasure map. As I came to visit him shortly after it's discovery, he generously invited me to join him on the hunt for booty and of course I readily agreed. We had to postpone our outing until the next day, though, as I had already agreed to help Ben and Ella choreograph a classy pantomime that they would perform at their wedding. Let me tell you, the words "classy" and "pantomime" do not often occur in the same phrase for a reason as combining the two concepts is nearly impossible. After many hours of laborious pantomiming, though, I had fulfilled my obligation to the happy couple and proceeded to ready myself for the treasure hunt.
We set out early the next morning, hiking all day following the winding trails and ridiculously convoluted clues, stopping only for a lunch that for some reason consisted of raw oysters and poprocks. We waded through rivers and streams, scaled mountains, and whacked our way through dense vegetation with machetes. Eventually, though, we found our way to the geographic location that corresponded to the "X" on that ragged map. And we didn't even have to dig for the treasure, which was fortuitous as we did not bring shovels. There, on the ground, was a chest full of gold and jewels that would make even Scrooge McDuck's jaw drop.
It was very unfortunate that one of our excursions into a river that day resulted in nematode infections for the both of us, and we died horribly and painfully before we could spend any of our treasure.
We set out early the next morning, hiking all day following the winding trails and ridiculously convoluted clues, stopping only for a lunch that for some reason consisted of raw oysters and poprocks. We waded through rivers and streams, scaled mountains, and whacked our way through dense vegetation with machetes. Eventually, though, we found our way to the geographic location that corresponded to the "X" on that ragged map. And we didn't even have to dig for the treasure, which was fortuitous as we did not bring shovels. There, on the ground, was a chest full of gold and jewels that would make even Scrooge McDuck's jaw drop.
It was very unfortunate that one of our excursions into a river that day resulted in nematode infections for the both of us, and we died horribly and painfully before we could spend any of our treasure.