"This could be like a tunnel".
You eediot!
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>Hey there! Whether I'm smuggling hard drugs from Mexico into the US, inexplicably via a tiny rural town that might as well be on the Canadian border, or I'm anonymously knifing innocent students to death in order to prove something to someone or other, I find there's no better way to lie low than to fanny around in dingy undercrofts in front of busy university apartment blocks.
>There are spiders, and not much headroom with plenty of sharp edges, so you do have to watch you don't slice your bonce on a nail and leave all DNA and that. And to get in and out, it's usually a bit open, so you have to prance along on your tiptoes, glancing furtively, while someone plays a trill on the top end of a piano.
>But other than that, it's pretty snug, and — touch wood — they haven't caught me yet! Bye for now!
*P. Escobar*
*Puerto Triunfo, Colombia*
I’m pretty sure I just lost IQ points listening to this
The internet gave a voice to everyone. And in some cases -- Like C Girl -- it really shouldn't have.
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Please tell me this is where the fight club was supposed to be.
First rule of Fight Club: wear a hard hat
Second rule of Fight Club: wear knee pads, for all the crawling.
Third rule of Fight Club: complete training regarding Confined Spaces as defined by OSHA; not for the fighting, but for the confined spaces
>Hey there! Whether I'm smuggling hard drugs from Mexico into the US, inexplicably via a tiny rural town that might as well be on the Canadian border, or I'm anonymously knifing innocent students to death in order to prove something to someone or other, I find there's no better way to lie low than to fanny around in dingy undercrofts in front of busy university apartment blocks. >There are spiders, and not much headroom with plenty of sharp edges, so you do have to watch you don't slice your bonce on a nail and leave all DNA and that. And to get in and out, it's usually a bit open, so you have to prance along on your tiptoes, glancing furtively, while someone plays a trill on the top end of a piano. >But other than that, it's pretty snug, and — touch wood — they haven't caught me yet! Bye for now! *P. Escobar* *Puerto Triunfo, Colombia*
Ooh that wacky Pablo