Man, they're gone.
Allright, apparently I'm the only one who gets excited about liquid hot magma. Actually, that's not true...
...my friend Paul Anderson understands my enthusiasm and even recommended a related book (thanks, Paul!) but either way, this is my last post about it. In the words of Tom Petty, "It's time to move on, it's time to get goin', 'cause under my feet, babe, the grass is growin'." Move on, bri guy, move on.My closing thought on lava is best summarized in cooperation with the photo above and the delicate words of Jack Handey:
"If you ever drop your keys into a river of molten lava, let'em go, because, man, they're gone."
P.S. How cool would it be to throw stuff into that 100' by 65' pond of molten lava? Here's a short list of stuff that would be fun to throw in: a couch, a shoe, an acoustic guitar (a crappy one, of course), a bike, a window, bread, a boat... basically anything that can float on lava for a few seconds and disappear. It would be fun to push a car into it as well.
posted by bri guy's country @ 8:32 AM
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We could throw in the basket chair that we destroyed in the Rock too. That would be cool.
It would be really funny if we took all of Scott Anderson's possessions in his room at the Rock and threw them in at the same time just before his mom came to clean up and bring food... sort of funny anyway.
And it would be hilarious if we threw the fridge in that probably still has Scott's name on it written in mustard.
Ooooh, a refrigerator... good call, that would rule.
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