That’s right, because we surely don’t wan’t to confuse me being involved with your other best mates–Brian or your dad. And you were never best mates with my ex’s Joe, Fred, Mark, or Chris — That’s Chris P, not to be confused with Chris Skull or now that you mention the name, Chris O’Neill for that matter. (http://www.londonblog.com/archives/003260.shtml)

Sean, do you really have potential girl friends reading this site? We could have so much more fun with the comments boxes if we know they are out there! Maybe there are some psychic ones who know that you are in their future. But if they could read the stars, they would already know that I’m not your girlfriend.

Enough of me being a smart arse, I’ll see you soon. I have such a weird feeling about leaving my computer for so many days. I was never away from email this long when I was on the Eurail in April. I think there might be a story in it….eventually. Back to packing!

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“Sean, do you really have potential girl friends reading this site?”

I don’t know - but they could, so it’s better to be clear. C u soon.

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You never know what will happen once you get out in the woods.
Have a good time.

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Of course we do… Sean will get poison sumac all over his ass, ’cause of his natural au naturale tendencies. Jen will, wisely, decline to apply the ointment, causing Sean to tip over the tent, breaking the unbreakable tent poles. Meanwhile a hungry bear will, also wisely, take a look at what’s for supper and choosed the rotting fish carcass back by the river. More hijinx will ensue, and all future inquiries about the trip will be answered with a tight-lipped “it as fine.”

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“I just want to be clear to any aspiring future girlfriend of mine that may be reading this. ”

Oh brother…

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