I knew I was going to leave something behind when I packed for my trip. But I didn't think I'd be so careless as to forget to pack my mojo. Holy crap. Of all things to bring on vacation, mojo should've been the first thing in my bag. I still haven't necessarily found it. I honestly can't remember where the hell I put it, and I'd really like to find it. It's pretty useful, you know? It's gotta be around here somewhere.
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So to recap. Expensive vacation. Not enough beer and no sex. Sorry to hear.
Did you at least get your fill of riding through phenomenally beautiful landscapes?
Didn't you know that Homeland Security takes your mojo at the border?
yeah, that was my other joke: that it got confiscated at the airport. Too many sharp edges.
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