HAY GAIZ, GUESS WHAT?
So, it turns out that if you run into Lost Tribe Guy, even if you're talking on the phone to your mom (who, btw, will be VASTLY entertained by the whole thing) and you decide to hang up and talk to him, the conversation will last an hour.
And further, it will be an awesome hour: lo, filled with seriousness, with comedy, with references to Andy Samberg, with discussion of whether allowing one's roots to show makes one look like a crack ho.
But verily, there is a point that it will turn out has been forgotten, and that point is this: IT IS SUNNY OUT.
Let me tell you, internets, I have the weirdest-shaped sunburn I've ever had! I assume that I don't have sunburn on my left shoulder because of my head, because it's all over my right shoulder, the right side of my chest, and my feet.
Oh, and the right side of my FACE, too!
Ouch. Lost Tribe Guy is le awesome. Sunburns are not.
So, it turns out that if you run into Lost Tribe Guy, even if you're talking on the phone to your mom (who, btw, will be VASTLY entertained by the whole thing) and you decide to hang up and talk to him, the conversation will last an hour.
And further, it will be an awesome hour: lo, filled with seriousness, with comedy, with references to Andy Samberg, with discussion of whether allowing one's roots to show makes one look like a crack ho.
But verily, there is a point that it will turn out has been forgotten, and that point is this: IT IS SUNNY OUT.
Let me tell you, internets, I have the weirdest-shaped sunburn I've ever had! I assume that I don't have sunburn on my left shoulder because of my head, because it's all over my right shoulder, the right side of my chest, and my feet.
Oh, and the right side of my FACE, too!
Ouch. Lost Tribe Guy is le awesome. Sunburns are not.
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*runs off to text this information to him*