kidding.
kind of.
for some reason we like to think that it is fun to go innertubing down the poudre river. eamon has gone three times and i have gone twice. i am not going again.
i lost my tube twice, go my foot caught in a rock and couldn't go anywhere as my friends tried not to barrle into me. when tony tried to avoid crashing into me, he lost his tube and we both had to backstroke down the rocks. angela got caught on the other side of the river, joel needed stiches and several other people were bleeding.
i lost my tube twice, go my foot caught in a rock and couldn't go anywhere as my friends tried not to barrle into me. when tony tried to avoid crashing into me, he lost his tube and we both had to backstroke down the rocks. angela got caught on the other side of the river, joel needed stiches and several other people were bleeding.
i am not outdoor adventure girl. i get my thrills navigating saks, thank you very much.
of course, there were tons of poudre jokes to go around. i got my ass kicked by the poudre. i got poudre in my beer. the poudre hurts. i smell like poudre. we lost our tube while navigating the poudre. etc. etc.
just say no to this:
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