We found the gold.
Max dug like there was no tomorrow.
'Mount Tambora,' I said, while Max kept on digging for gold, 'is an active stratovolcano in the northern part of Sumbawa,' Max was working up a good sweat and I promised him a cold Bintang and continued my geographical lesson, ' and one of the Lesser Sunda Islands of Indonesia. Tambora is known for its major eruption in 1815.'
'Fuck you,' said Max, who reached pay dirt.
'I'll bulldoze the fucker out,' said Jack.
No need, I said. I had made a clearing in the forest with the bulldozer for the Apache Chopper that was landing just now. Gotta give it to Jack, he was one organized puppy.
'Load it up, and let's get the fuck out of here.'
Jack was getting impatient.
We found about three crates of gold and left one for the villagers.
I know they'd put a memorial at this site in due time.
The Big Tit Brigade who bettered our lives in a meaningful way.
Tits and cash, don't they go hand in hand, I said to anyone who cared to listen as I jumped in the Apache.
It was time to fly back to Bima, a twenty-minute flight covering about 80 clicks as the crow flies.
'I'm checking that on Google Maps,' said Max.
Smart ass.
The pilot did a salutatory loop around the giant crater of Tambora before heading towards Bima.
This was groovy shit...
Max dug like there was no tomorrow.
'Mount Tambora,' I said, while Max kept on digging for gold, 'is an active stratovolcano in the northern part of Sumbawa,' Max was working up a good sweat and I promised him a cold Bintang and continued my geographical lesson, ' and one of the Lesser Sunda Islands of Indonesia. Tambora is known for its major eruption in 1815.'
'Fuck you,' said Max, who reached pay dirt.
'I'll bulldoze the fucker out,' said Jack.
No need, I said. I had made a clearing in the forest with the bulldozer for the Apache Chopper that was landing just now. Gotta give it to Jack, he was one organized puppy.
'Load it up, and let's get the fuck out of here.'
Jack was getting impatient.
We found about three crates of gold and left one for the villagers.
I know they'd put a memorial at this site in due time.
The Big Tit Brigade who bettered our lives in a meaningful way.
Tits and cash, don't they go hand in hand, I said to anyone who cared to listen as I jumped in the Apache.
It was time to fly back to Bima, a twenty-minute flight covering about 80 clicks as the crow flies.
'I'm checking that on Google Maps,' said Max.
Smart ass.
The pilot did a salutatory loop around the giant crater of Tambora before heading towards Bima.
This was groovy shit...
