Cap

First, I throw in a jalapeno as a life preserver, then I come in with the second chip like an S.S. Minnow sent from heaven. Finally I Mobey Dick the rescue team and send them to the depths of hell that is my digestive tract.

Sounds like the hamster wants out.

It’s like work email. Mine were 100% read for 16 years. Then I let one go unread, then two, and now I’m up to just under 1,000 unread emails. It’s an adrenaline rush, like Russian roulette. I doubt I’ll read any replies to this comment! I need help.

Jesus Take The Wheel

Heat + Old(er) + Rocky Greek Island + Hiking = Death

I think this math checks out.