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C'mon baby light for me!
It's a recipe for disaster.
I feel like a tick on a dog.
I'm the Bernie Madoff of this spider.
Where there is water, there are people.
I'm all for the path of least resistance.
I feel like an hors deurve waiting to happen.
Knowledge is Power, and it's very lightweight.
It's like I'm in a closet in a college dorm room.
It's like walking through someone's small intestine.
We need to look for water. Water, water, water, water.
I feel like a nude little piece of white meat out here.
You're my depth gauge. If I see your hat floatin', I'll stop.
Rat is a lot like duck, except with a wonderfully nutty flavor.
We can't move quickly. You move quick out here and you die quick.
It's like walking on a 1970 blaze orange shag carpet in a kitchen.
We need to get out of this fetid pusshole and get to some higher ground.
I know I look like a piece of sausage to those lions. A sausage with braids.
If I don't have s*** in my pocket now, you'll have s*** in your pants later.
You get diarrhea out here, you dehydrate from the inside out - you leave the gene pool.
So I'm pampering myself to a homemade stone pumice session, to sand down my feet because I'm worth it.
All survival situations revolve around a host of variables...Always adapt, think positive, and move forward.
Moral of the story: try to get things right, figure out what's going wrong with the scenario, and don't give up.
So do you want a turd sandwich or a turd sandwich with mustard. I'd go with the mustard, but still, it's a turd sandwich.
The irony here is we're looking for water and we're looking out for water. Without it you die, and with too much of it you die.
The more survival skills an individual has that have been practiced physically and otherwise, the better odds they have for those skills coming to the forefront during a stressful emergency.
The vast majority of the population seems to look down their noses upon self-reliance as some quaint dusty relic, entertained only by the hyperparanoid or those hopelessly incapable of fitting into mainstream society.
Holy smoke! We lost our last match and there's a storm coming! Party On! A flash flood swept away all our gear and we're twenty miles from the trailhead! Party On! My femur bone's sticking through my skin and I've gotta cross that river! Party On!
Over the years, Americans in particular have been all too willing to squander their hard-earned independence and freedom for the illusion of feeling safe under someone else's authority. The concept of self-sufficiency has been undermined in value over a scant few generations. The vast majority of the population seems to look down their noses upon self-reliance as some quaint dusty relic, entertained only by the hyperparanoid or those hopelessly incapable of fitting into mainstream society.