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During my time in scouts I didn't make that many good memories, but there is one, that I sometimes think back to, that makes me smile.
It was one of my last trips with them, and our group was with another one. One night, we played a game, and the two groups were split into I think 3 teams of 10-15 people, plus one of the chefs.
Right off the bat, our team got one of the chefs from the other group, the coolest one in my opinion. If I had to describe his looks/vibe, all I can remember is that man looked and reminds me of Klaus.
So, the game rules I don't fully remember, but it went a lil something like
-Everyone was an object. Every object had a different strength level
-When encountering someone from a different team, you had to compare cards, the one with the highest strength wins and the other 'dies'.
-Every team has 1 bomb. The bomb cannot be beat. It wins 100% of its 'fights'.
If my memory is right, Chef Klaus was our bomb. His tactic, to this day, makes me laugh and could have 100% been made by Klaus himself.
We would walk around in a giant cluster, close together, and when we spotted another team, we would spread our arms, like for a hug, scream "Friends!" and run at them at full force. And we did that.
From the other teams perspective, there were 10-15 people running at them at full force, a bomb somewhere in the midst, and if they had the misfortune to be face to face with said bomb, it was over.
Safe to say everyone else was terrified of us. Sadly, that's all I remember. I don't remember who won, and I remember very little of the rest of the trip, but Chef Klaus and his 'strategy' will forever make me smile :)
“Cute” kpop guys are just...the worst.
[See above Jimin-in-shorts -- arguably the epitome of a cute-faced idol.]
You love them for their pouty faces, antics, and squish-worthy cheeks, but when you’ve finally been able to move past the raging, sexy-awkward, guilt-ridden lust attraction:
HAHANOI’MANAMJALOOKITMYBODAAAAAAAAAAAAY. I’mmamakeyoufeelALLKINDSofconfused... ;D
My hospital adventure minus the boring bits. 6/6 "1 am Sandwiches"
After my 'bad dog' collar came off it had been around 12 hours (rpt) since I had eaten anything and I was craving sandwiches (had seen someone else in the emergency waiting room eating some before), and my kind mother asked my nurse if I could possibly eat something now, he said 'yes' *YAY*. They were almost as good as the venturer's 'Midnight Pancakes' (your welcome for inventing that tradition venturer's)
