Also, as you know, Jimmy has a great talent for writing rather strange stories. If you have not read his reflections on square bagels and toilet paper yet, I highly recommend that you do. I was going to write my own little boring story about this trip, but I decided to use Jimmy's more interesting one instead. I will need to edit some parts out and censor some stuff, as Jimmy has some....ummmm....inappropriate comments in his original post. I like to keep things clean here on the Minorcan Factor.
And it was good.
After traveling non-stop at a good speed for 3 days, we decided to travel across the "bridge-log thingy of no return" for absolutely no particular reason. But Phil decided to try something really stupid (hand me my camera), and he ended up losing the camera off the "bridge-log thingy of no return". So me and Phil decided to have a duel to the death.
Me and Phil, having a duel to the death.
Needless to say, I won.
Me, proclaiming my ultimate victory and Phillip's ultimate demise.
So we continued on our merry way, and 27 days later, we ended up at the ancient and mystical landmark that has been referred to as *censored* (NOTE: The name of this place is not really that bad, but it could be considered offensive and derogatory by some, so I have taken the high road on this one)
HurricaneTeen at *censored*. That's me planning his ultimate demise in the background.
Me, revelling in HurricaneTeen's ultimate demise, which can be credited to me.
Phillip, coming back to life (not at all uncommon).
At this point, I decided that this story really isn't going anywhere. So I'm going to put in some cool elevator music and a montage to pass the time. Since this whole writing thing kind of hinders my ability to do so, put on your own elevator music and imagine a montage of me, Phil, HurricaneTeen, and Ben running through a forest.
He almost died. ***TRIVIA*** -------> That's not my foot. (HurricaneTeen note: It's mine :-D I put it there for perspective, but it is still kind of hard to see the 5-inch-deep hole.)
This is the huge cypress tree the HurricaneTeen is always talking about.
HurricaneTeen made friends with Phill's family. (Note: That's an inside joke.)
Ben, going on an angry rampage and destroying the forest in a blind fury.
We finally destroyed the ring. Because we were getting kind of tired and wanted to go home.
Then Phil and I got into a fight about whether it should be legal to put stem cells in your breakfast cereal or not (Phil likes to eat them raw for some reason), so we had another duel to the death.
Me and Phil dueling to the death (again).
Ugh... this story sucks.
Long story short, we destroyed the ring of power and then went to Burger King.
Phil, at Burger King. I don't really know if he was hungry or if he was contemplating the best way to get on the slide on the playground.
So uhh... the ring was destroyed... our stomachs were filled... Middle Earth was safe from the clutches of Sauron (again)... and... uhhh...
There really is no point to this story.
Moral: Don't argue with Jimmy, because he always wins duels to the death.
Cameras + swamp water = unhappy?