Afternoon Prose

I've been sitting on this mountain pass at Vinson Massif for what feels like months. Hector should be back anytime now. Where's he been? The sled dogs couldn't have broken off again could they have? Ugh.. It is August.. I wonder if there was a storm.. All I've been left with is a single coat, Kevlar gloves, my hiking boots, and three greasy Slim Jims. That guy's is treading on my last nerve... What do the people speak down here?... Are there even people?... I usually know things like that...
"CRIKEY!"
"Stay tuned, 'cause after these short messages, we'll see what I did to cure violent boredom on, 'Steven Irwin as Bear Grills: Wayyyyy Down Under'"

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Click... "Ugh." Click... "Kerry looks like a pterodactyl." Click... "Hmmm.. Baked Alaska... Sammy would freak if I surprised her with that for the reunion Saturday.. I guess if I really want to, I can look it up later though." Click... "MTV is for mulattoes that wear Usher brand cologne, and drive cars their parents can't afford. Hoorah melting pot... Why do I even care? Why did I waste fifteen seconds talking about it? Wow.. Why am I still talking about it?. I would not do that for no reason/."
CSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHTSTSTSTSTSTS!
"What the hell?!"
The glass from the window spread across the living room floor as the 6'9' tribally clad Amazonian pulled himself through the opening onto Austin's T.V.