A basket of fruit goes sour
The game that started it all. A violent rendition of "fruit basket." If you don't know how to play, just run around the room and beat little kids...I think that's the objective.
The sprain that ended it all. The most painful part was surving a trip to the doctor. By the time my translator got out "does this hurt?" I was flinching beneath his tormenting twists of my wrist.
posted by Chishiki Lauren at 8:27 PM
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That sucks chica. But you could have done a better job making up a story. I could give you some pointers, if you want. Just remember, the severity of the injury is directly proportional to the violence of the lie. Don't blame a splinter on a run-in with the Yakuza (thanks Brian).
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I hope this isn't going to hinder any of the photo-taking or elephant-riding you've got planned ...
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