Sons of Sam Horn

I haven't seen a paper towel in 2 months. On Notice: Dish rags, dogs. I found a quaint chocolate shop around the corner. Dead to Me: Mamushka, salami. I ran into Olga (the human blister) for the second time in two days. (I am 1,800 miles away from where I originally met her). As previously mentioned, I saw Olga for the first time on the street yesterday before purchasing chocolate. During this encounter, I noticed she was still walking with a limp, so I asked her if she was better. She insisted that she was, and after some uneasy american/israeli small talk and a lighthearted departing joke of "well, take care of your heels, and stay out of woods" we went our separate ways, presumably to never see each other again. Until the next day during a rigorous hike, when I passed her on the trail with 8 Israeli guys who were obviously unaware of her historical trekking prowess. I wished her luck, laughed enthusiastically in my head, and continued on my hike by myself. Side note: I actually didn't intend on going solo hiking this time. However, the people I was supposed to go hiking with, including a Danish girl named Auke, stood me up, so I went anyway to counterbalance the barrel of chocolate I recently disposed of with my mouth. Later that evening, I met up with Auke, who scolded me for standing her up. One of us was the pot calling the kettle black, and I assume it was either her or I. Regardless, Auke was a funny Dutch girl and through the course of conversation that night, she was jokingly trying to recite the "do I make you horny" line from the Austin Powers movie series, however (and to my utter delight), it came out as "do I give you horn". It took me approximately 13 minutes to stop laughing. Chill with Me: Olga, Shats, People mangling up the English language similar to my butchering of the Spanish language, Stray Dogs.