You ever miss the good ole days? I mean, my current family and living situation is fine I suppose. But I sorta wish I was back in the Amazon where all I had to worry about were pumas ripping my (stunningly beautiful) face off, not being able to communicate with anyone because they’re too lazy to speak MY language (silly immigrants), poison dart frogs that look delicious but taste like death (the pink are not cotton candy, however bad you want them to be, they’re just not), anacondas hugging me too tight (I’m more of a side-hug kinda guy), not being able to hunt for (fast) food, swimming in piranha-filled swimming pools (rivers? are people calling these rivers now?) after having rolled around in chicken stock for hours (more common than you think), accidentally shooting myself with a poison arrow made with tube curare that would paralyze my respiratory system but keep my heart beating so that while I suffocate to death I at least stay conscious to experience it (I believe this happens in the movie “Saw”), and caimans (not those pansy, gentle crocs from Australia). Sigh, those were the days😔💀 #mythreekidslookeddifferentbackthen #theyareprobablywonderingwhereiam
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