The smug was unbearable…
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The smug was unbearable… There is a part of my brain that causes me to engage in certain troublesome activities. When this part of my brain is presented with some choice to do something that I may never again get to do my life,this part of my brain forces me to consent. While living in Costa Rica,I ended up on top of a bull in cowboy boots borrowed from a real,working cowboy. I only informed my mother of this decision once I was safely back in the good ol’US of A. This is my first blog post. It is more of a test than any sort of post. God speed little post. | |||||
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