I bought three giraffes (two are 5 feet tall, the third is shorter) from one of the warehouses in Seminyak, Bali.
And because my luggage was overweight (with toys and such) flying home, i left them with RowdyRudy to bring them back for me last Friday.

He tried to con me that they didn’t make it home and first.
“Okay enough catching up. The important question is. Did you bring back my giraffes?!”
“About your giraffes..”
“…. !!! *thinkingdon’tfuckwithmeman!*…”
“… Hee hee hee yeah i brought them home.”

Then he cursed what hell i caused him lugging three home, but i didn’t listen as long as no one had to pay additional weight charges.

His voice suddenly rose, hinting of Something Important He Was Going To Tell Me.
“Do you know what you did?!”
“What?!”
“Do you remember Mr. Zebra?”
“… Urm yeah…” Hmm where is he ar now… *thinks super hard*

Rewind facts –
Before i left Bali to fly back earlier for CNY, the two guys made me take all my toys back with me proclaiming it was too girly fairy happy lomantic for them to take and they might start making out.

“Joyce. We love you, and your fairy toys and ponies and we bonded and all, but that shit’s gotta go man.”

So i obediently packed everything up save for the Fan Yang bubble blower and the spinner.
And apparently, Mr. Zebra.

I forgot i left Mr. Zebra perched on a tree by the pool and didn’t see him when i was picking up all the toys 0_o

“And you know how i found him?” RowdyRudy’s voice rose over the phone, “I was walking around the villa and thought ‘ooh… what iS that?! OH MY! What a unique-looking caterpillar!!!”

I laughed so hard i had to lie down on the kitchen floor.

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