I quit you, bitch

pee pants

I'm quitting the mountains to go visit Lyon tomorrow. Not sure why we're actually going or what we're meant to be doing there as I know enough French to ask the question ("pour quoi?") but not enough to understand the answer ("gibberish"). What I do know though is that Lyon is a real city that has everything real cities have and mountains don't like real PAVEMENTS.

I'm so excited I could pee my pants. But I shant.

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