July 30, 2011

I haven't even checked the recordings in about 2 weeks.  There's a lot.  And it took a lot of digging through hours of coughing to get it all.

"Yeahhhhh! I have to take a picture of our crew! Look at that later, though.  Senator Leafhead (???)."



"Are we going through the rafting thing? What's that about? Oh yeah. Yaaaaay."



"OooOOoO...I'm shakin'!  Like, look. Little baby gun. Little butt guns. Look in the desert. Check it. I ruled it. That's how it would look. Wooo!"



"Barbies. Hmhmhm. Look. Laaa!"



"Why is it so dark over here?"



"I don't know how people...just like, rub it?"



"They can't do anything, they can't even make more clothes."



"Sorry guys. Oh dear. Anyways...what have you guys been up to?"



"Oh, Tom. What happened?"



"Ooooooooo! Ow. Sorry. I'm 23. Wait, sorry, I swear I'm deaf. Did you ask me how old I am? Don't think so. That's ok."



(Tom coughing)
"Scoot this way!"
"Huh?"
"Does it feel better, like, when your, like, lungs are positioned in a certain position, like if you lean forward or back a little bit more and you figure it out?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Were you coughing?"
"Mmhmm."
"Yeah."



"Is that, a, WHAAAAT? Oh dang, opposite direction!"



"You look like you're working pretty hard there!"



"This is a pretty intense quote."