When life deals you lemons, why not kill somebody with them? (Maybe by shoving them down their throat)
-Jack Handey
Even though I was their captive, the Indians allowed me quite a bit of freedom. I could walk about freely, make my own meals, and even hurl large rocks at their heads. It was only later that I discovered they were not Indians at all, but dirty clothes hampers.
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