I was out half the night looking for the idiot Slovko. My last communication with him was on his dying cell phone which is not formatted to the western world's telecommunication technology. It was around 7 pm when I got the call. "Jeemy! I tink I bray-keyed all-a-da fingers een my foot! Am layin' een deetch out by Shasta Dam!" Long story short, we found him. Drinking and singing Ukranian folk songs 'round a warm campfire of ATV people. His foot is just fine.
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