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70 Million by Hold Your Horses ! from L’Ogre on Vimeo.

No, this is not the set up of a posh, new, Nancy Drew novel. It is the tale of two honeymooners, an art museum, and a thief. We will call the two vacationing love birds Natalie and Tyson. Their trip started off in London, but a trip to H&M and an argyle sweater later they boarded the Chunnel and were on their way to Paris. France had been colder than expected and Tyson decided to wear his new sweater out on the town. After sight seeing and experiencing the city Tyson and Natalie walked through the Pyramid De Lourve and into the largest display of classic art in the world.

Somewhere between viewing the Mona Lisa and Napoleon’s apartment, something went horribly wrong. Art, you see, has the ability to get one’s blood pumping and raise one’s body temperature (that, or the hundreds of people and endless walking). Tyson had decided to take off his sweater and sling it across his camera bag for safe keeping. Little did he know how unsafe it was. Once in the gilded apartment of Napoleon, Tyson discovered that his sweater was missing! The two retraced their steps for what must have been a mile, finally concluding that the sweater would never be seen again. They kept their eyes out for people who may have taken it. Was it the Venus de Milo? Winged Victory? Mona Lisa? No. It was a lowly knight. Still, to this day, as rumor has it, you can see The Knight in the Argyle Sweater while visitng the Lourve.

*Note by Tyson- Natalie just randomly photoshopped this picture of a knight wearing my sweater, and sent it to me. I of course knew what it was in reference to, but we hadn’t talked about it forever. Just thought you should know that it wasn’t contrived, and thus, even funnier.

“A Young Jonathan Taylor Thomas”

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Action_Park

Read the Wikipedia entry for this water park. We don’t have things like this anymore. That is good many times, but I think we take it too far in our current society. The description of these rides make me recall many things like it from my youth, like magic waters, where you would go down a slide and the joints between two pieces of the slide weren’t flush and would scrape your back. Or the tube slide, where you came crashing into splash-down pools filled with a pile of other bodies, sometimes being trapped underwater by tubes on the surface.

This website is made up of lines teachers submitted from high-schooler essays. My favorite ones:

She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli, and he was room temperature Canadian beef.

John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.