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Location: Vietnam
Doin What: Goin to.
Objective: To distribute bars of Irish Spring soap, chocolate, and vienna sausages to the people of Cuchi.
Will probably get: Dysentery.
I really wanted to give Michael one of the bags of M&Ms. I remember too well the times in my childhood that mother packed away shiny toys and other attractive items I already had a fair amount of (though to my credit, mine were never so SHINY) to send to children my age in Vietnam and the poison green jealousy which I felt.
Instead, I gave him a mint and let him pet my cat. And he totally SCRATCHED HIM ON THE JAW. I didn't even teach him to do that cause I figured it was beyond his 2.5 year ability. Then he tried to steal Best of Sam Part I and II.
Goodbye, Michael.
Also the rest of you.
(Stupid Gmail is stupid and has not let me check my mail for the last half a day and will likely not work again till after I am gone. Mean. T_T)
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