Alright Kaplow, I'll admit it. I LOVE Carne. Ah yes, but which one is it? Take a guess... think you know? No clues shall be given, thou does not deserve them at this moment. If this shall be read on the night of the day that the Ch. 20 notes were due, and inform me the day after, thou may recieve clues. Tis read the day after, few clues may be given... Best of luck to thou Kaplow.
On the other hand, I needed to clear up some space on my phone, so here are some pictures.
 Tis the Jester in thy Funky Junk store in Orange County. It is a statue head on a stick. Bouncy. And very scary. Tis head is as big as a humans'.
 Same store, another UCO-Unidentified Creepy Object. Is it a dog? Or is it a cat? Whatever it is it looks like Jamie Hyneman.
 My treasure map. Part of my Christmas present from my Uncle Den(nis). He's awesome. I had to read the map and then try to figure out where my "Booty" was. Chris, Scot, and myself all turned around and looked at our butts when we read it. I guess we're related, right?!
 Can you find the treasure? (It's in there! Look hard)
 Tada! This is what's inside. Chocolate Disney(R) coins, a few gold dollars, and one of the new $50
Pictures are done. And I just want to say that on the previous post to this one, when I went to the Mission Inn, well, there's an ironic story i want to tell. When we were there, my sister, my dad, and I were walking down along the walkway in front of some shops and we passed by a chair. A REALLY BIG CHAIR. We thought it was a replica Santa chair or something because Santa happened to be there at the time but I found out later that it wasn't. A week or two later I was in Carne's class and we were talking about how Zachary Taylor ate himself to death when a girl asked if it was the same guy who had to get a special bathtub made for him because he was so big. Carne laughed and said that it was a different guy but the custom bathtub guy happens to have his chair on display at the Mission Inn. And amazingly I knew what he was talking about, since usually whatever comes out of his mouth usually flies right over my head, except for the "trivial" things... like that King George III was mental and crazy and ate grass. "Seacrest... OUT!" - Ryan Seacrest. I really wanna hear that again :)
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