Me no likey the water.
It wants to kill me.
By filling my lungs with itself.
I'm not writing off all of Hawaii yet, as I really do enjoy paying $77 for lunch. Could anything be more decadent? Someday I will discourse on my love of bourgeois indulgence. Lots 'o thoughts spinning around.
I tired very quickly of "mahalo," but have now decided to embrace it for the joke that it clearly is. My moment of clarity came about as I was in a grocery store and I heard a woman with the same voice and inflection as Roz from Monsters, Inc. come over the loud speaker and say "Aisle six. Aisle six is now open. Mahalo."
Okay now a quick nap and it is off to the $325 luau.
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