"What is this, opera??"
Part of Sheldon's appeal is his flagrant disregard for anything civilized, so in retrospect, this should not have come as a surprise. When camping, in fact, I helped him siphon some gas from our friend's car (with the friend's permission, mind you) in order to start the campfire – something I figured would be grounds for either my death in a glorious explosion, or else my christening as a full-blown redneck. Either way, it couldn't be good.
I took a little spill in the bathroom this morning. Given the tiled floors of every building in this country, this could prove to be particularly hazardous, but I only suffered a bloody lip and a bruised cheekbone. So I'm doing alright now, and I'm even expected to help out with photography this afternoon at A Ganar's opening ceremonies, a joint effort by the NSTP and Project Strong. So I'll write all about it on Monday!
P.S. I got paid today, so no worries about that anymore!
Was this illegal siphoning? also, did you end up getting any gasoline in your mouth? fun! I have a few questions about MS Excel, for my personal budget. Skype me!
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