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in talking to chris about hellish day(s), we realized that some things are really ridiculous. like last night i heard all about mexico. what it was like. what the people were like. and i'm thinking to myself that i find that funny since i know that these people pitched in some dough with a few other couples and rented this huge house with a staff. i think it really hit home when j said "and the one time we left the compound" whoa, wait what? "well, you know, the staff took sunday off." right. chris says that people that use the word "compound" prolly don't have an accurate view of mexico. agreed.

other funny thing: j starts telling me about how everyone there--meaning of course mexico--meaning what one can see outside the "compound" in a day with carlos--has a dog. and she said some of them were pretty scary. one of them apparently had scurvy. real bad. and i'm thinking wow. i didn't really ever think that a dog could get scurvy. and shit, enquiring minds want to know what scurvy looks like. and as my interest peaks and i'm enquiring further on the misfortunes of this scurvy-dog, i realize that other said party is repeatedly saying "mange. the dog had mange."

yeah. that's funny.