Everyone gather around the campfire, coat your body with bug spray and open the bag of marshmallows. Let me tell you about the time Urijah Faber was almost killed in Bali by a mob of unruly Indonesians. Actually, let Urijah Faber tell you since it was his life on the line. I have nothing to do with it. I knew an Indonesian chick once, her name was Kamaya. She wasn’t Indonesian but her parents were. Upon further review, I guess I’ve never known an Indonesian chick. Bummer. [Source]
