So I have this friend named Kevin D. Larson. He says the "D" stands for DANGER, whatever. So everyday in Uganda something would happen to Kevin that would prompt us to say "poor ol' Kev!" Some of these things: his head almost got cut off by a taxi, he got food posioning while staying in a remote village, while throwing up with said illness a giant mango dropped right on his head, he got malaria AND typhoid at the same time, and many, many more. The latest to hit him (he is still there for another month) is an ulcer on his esophagus from not swallowing pills properly.
So, altogether now...
POOR OL' KEV!
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