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| Peppers Resort in Christchurch, New Zealand |
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| The reasoning behind the title of this post |
What do you do when you're stuck in a resort that only allows you 3 hours in a shopping mall? You buy lamp chops (typo intended) , shell fishes, 2 different kinds of pasta sauce, beef steaks, lots of other rubbish and make a beautiful dinner. Nobody told us that the crew lounge had salt, so I spent NZ$2 on fucking sea salt so that our dinner could taste awesome.
I could have totally went horse riding, cycling, walking along the river or a bunch of other nice stuff. But guess what? I was too cold and too lazy. My off days in Christchurch consisted of lazing at the balcony, smoking duty free cigarettes and watching ducks quacking at birds and birds pretending to sound cute (chirpchirpmyass) and swans giving zero fucks. Of course I also contemplated the meaning of life, but that only took 2 seconds.
On a much more productive side, here's a brief introduction of me in 20 facts.
Click on that if you give a shit about me.
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