The Journal of J. Westerlund in his journeys into parts unknown (being Mr. Mom) 10/15/14 7:44am Only one of the natives expressed deep consternation upon the departure of the tribes matriarch. While the others expressed mild concern, the youngest wailed after such a fashion as to leave my ears ringing. I have decided the best course of action is to bribe my way into the good graces of the tribe (while simultaneously distracting them from their sadness) by showering them in chocolate chip breakfast cakes. It seems to be working. They do not yet seem to have any intention of overpowering and/or eating me alive.
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 13:50:26 +0000
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