So I started walking.
Pretty soon, I was out of food and water. I had been walking for days, and I couldn't carry on much longer. I settled down in a patch of grass in the middle of a clearing, and got a few hours of sleep.
Little did I know that cave lions actually existed.
I was stalked by one in the clearing. It was waiting to see if I was alive (because they don't hunt dead things). I woke up, and...
well, just watch this reenactment to figure out what happened next:
I would have liked to see you die there, Oliver.
ReplyDeleteBUT NO!!! Signior LOVE has to come save you!!!
This blog is stupid.
I'm Out.
Better to see the glass half-full than half-empty, Monsieur Melancholy.
ReplyDeleteYeah, Jacques! Stop ENJOYING stories about DEATH.
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