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March 20, 2005
USA Cont.
When I said I was free, I may have lied.
I strutted out of the doors, expecting to see Sassy (my girlfriend getaway driver) waving at me from the other side of the highly secure hand-rail. My eyes quickly scanned back and forth, but there were no signs of her. This was a potential spanner in my works. "Act cool skoo, everyone is only staring at you because you are first out. Don't trip over or anything. That's it, good lad, goooood lad, keep walking now." I walked past as if I knew what I was doing. They didn't suspect a thing! Those silly Americans, so naive.
I walked right past everyone and stopped near the door before pulling a 180 and once more scanning for Sassy. I am quite adept at spotting her from behind, but I refuse to explain my methods in detail.
"Nope. She aint there." I thought, in an American accent. Shucks, I done did it now.
I whipped out my trusty tool and pushed it in just the right place to wake it up.
Now that I had turned on my phone (what were you thinking?) I was able to call Sassy and find out what twist of fate had caused this really hard to document waste of time.
Do you know what the reason was? Of course not. Otherwise you'd be writing this, and I'd be freaked out. The reason was something to do with traffic. Anticlimactic answer, huh?
I can assure you this is not the end of my tale.
[to be continued... again...]
Posted by skoo on March 20, 2005 09:57 PM
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Win.
When I went to America customs grilled me for half an hour about my stay before letting me go because my T-Shirt had topless limbo dancers on it.
Posted by: Dildobaggins on April 4, 2005 02:58 PM
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