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About Me
- T-Lo
- After 12 years, 3 passports, 20 countries, 5 work permits, 1 permanent residence permit, countless passport stamps, 3 no-cents-to-my-name moments, 1 incident of everything-I-own being stolen, (almost) 3 university degrees, 1 bout of pneumonia, 1 sickness requiring a tropical disease specialist, 5 interesting career paths, 1 Big Leap Of Faith, 9 ridiculously long layovers, many Airplane Party Packs prepared and consumed, (only) 1 threat of arrest, 1 mild detention, dozens of rivers paddled, handfuls of mountains climbed, 4 oceans swum, a few fights fought, many animals seen, hundreds of exotic meals consumed, 47 tears shed, thousands of friends made, hundreds of thousands of memories stored and a million laughs guffawed... it is time to go home.
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1. Goat
2. Slinky
3. Well
Am I MacGuyver? If I am, and I think, based on the nature of the conundrum, I'll assume the identity of MacGuyver, it's fairly breezy.
Based on my immense knowledge on all things, I know that goats eat anything. But wait, is it really a goat? Or is it actually an assassin giraffe dressed up as a goat. Lets undress this "goat". Wait..it's NOT a goat. It's actually a GIRAFFE. An assassin giraffe who has his "neck on the line" to get rid of well-dwelling villians. Being MacGuyver, I am not aforementioned villian.
I grab the goat costume. We all know that goats and giraffes are great mates, being two animal species both beginning with the letter G. I dress as a goat and start climbing the giraffe until I reach the exit of the well.
Breathing a sign of relief, I look down the well, into the eyelashed eyes of the giraffe, and nod in thanks.
F*** I left the slinky at the bottom of the well.
Ah, they're stupid anyway.
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