Jimmy shipped off to doggy "hotel", Zipho shipped off to his grandmother.
Time to baecay
Time to baecay

Rocking chairs, priceless views and edibles. I could get used to this.
⁽ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ ˡᵉˢˢ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ⁵⁰ᵏᵐ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵉᵏʰᵃʸᵃ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵐʸ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵒʳⁿ, ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵉˣᵃᶜᵗˡʸ ᶻᵉʳᵒ ᶦⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗᵉˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⁾
Edibles. Never again.
Right. Let's make like Caucasians and go hiking
The masseuse: "Is this pressure fine, sir?"
Me, literally dying: "Yes it's fine"
Me, literally dying: "Yes it's fine"