...throwing you a freaking bone.
Since I promised you all some pictures a few days ago, and since my last upload included a picture, I'm going to assume that Blogger is done being a buttmunch. So here are those previously mentioned photos!
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| I got crazy this last weekend and painted my toenails since beach means sandals. And even though most of the Black Sea beaches consist of smooth rocks (much like many Lake Superior beaches!), I somehow managed to find a little spot of sand! Complete with black sand, which is my favie! |
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| That's a five liter jug of homemade wine, purchased at the store that was right around the gate of our guest house. In case you were wondering, wine tastes much better on beaches. Maybe it's the smell of the water, or the sound of the waves, or the people you're with, but it's definitely uber delightful! |
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| In Batumi, while walking down the promenade, we see some dirty looking kids sitting on a curb. "Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck I hate these!" Jourdan mutters, as they all leap up and come running over. Since he's nibbling on some street food, the kids flock to him, and start jumping at his arms, trying to dig into his pockets, and even just punching his back. And then this happened. |
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| Boom! Tattoo! |
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