[Bonding over never sharing feelings is, like, triple bonding though. It counts for more.]
All right, all right. Soooo my wife had this archeology TV show—she wasn't my wife at the time, we'd never met before—and I basically conned her and her producers into funding an expedition to retrieve the buried-at-sea coffin of Sir Fr—uhhh, this really famous explorer. My ancestor.
[...sort of. Maybe.]
But! He actually faked his death, which I'd counted on, and left clues to El Dorado, the mythical city of gold. So my partner and me ditched her to go find it. Except it wasn't a city, it was just a huge fucking gold state, which is still pretty great.
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All right, all right. Soooo my wife had this archeology TV show—she wasn't my wife at the time, we'd never met before—and I basically conned her and her producers into funding an expedition to retrieve the buried-at-sea coffin of Sir Fr—uhhh, this really famous explorer. My ancestor.
[...sort of. Maybe.]
But! He actually faked his death, which I'd counted on, and left clues to El Dorado, the mythical city of gold. So my partner and me ditched her to go find it. Except it wasn't a city, it was just a huge fucking gold state, which is still pretty great.