05 September 2006
Meanwhile in real life.....
I was building up a temper like one of Guyk's cornfed tree rats.
I felt like my ass have been violated.
Note to Erica, they turned this little Jean-Jacques Rousseau admirer
into what you see now. Disgusting. They need all the stick they get.
I felt like killing something.
Then I get this phonecall.
I am Helen, the postmaster from Hanana post office in Dar.
I have heeeere a amvelope full of passports and keys and other stuff.
HELEN YOU ARE MY HERO, PLEASE KEEP IT, I WILL FETCH IT, A BIG PRESENT FOR YOU.
Photo of innocence
But this was so fast and with so little aggression that the thought of fight has not even begun.
I was caught with the oldest trick in the book.
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