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Memories Beer Friends And all the injuries involved….
Ahh. I remember this. Here is the first day of our trip. John and I were standing in front of Mt. Fuji when this was taken. I can’t quite remember everything that caused the explosion- But as you can see we did have a great time.
Here we are two hours into the explosion. Thank goodness they have ATM’s over here. We almost ran out of beer during the fireworks. John seems to have made a new friend. The little gimp kid with one leg named “Pocolo” keeps following him around. Oh sure, Neither of us can understand the jibberish coming out of his mouth… Is that Spanish? … I don’t care. More beer!
Apparently it is ‘common knowledge’ that you can’t try to teach giraffe’s how to drink from a can. The workers even seemed a little ticked that we wanted to ride the animals. This is us shortly before we got kicked out. The giraffes seemed happy. Don’t know what those tightwads were complaining about!!!
Those Zoo bastards can kiss my butt. John and I made friends with a lemming. I didn’t ask why but John suggested “Snuggles the love lemming” as a name. At this point I am too tanked to care- and at least it gives Pocolo someone to talk to. Oh yeah he followed us home. Thank goodness for those third world diets. He fit in the overhead compartment on the plane.
Here we are at the one and only “Gothic Hooters” in Transylvania. It was a little creepy at first, our waiter had a fishnet shirt on with the nametag sewn in that said “Billy Bob Joe Lee Ray John Boy”. I think it was a guy but what can you expect from someone who uses the word “Phantasmagorical” and “Y’all” In the same sentence?
Here we are with our new friends, “Lestat and Louis”. They are ‘life partners’ and they had their adopted daughter ‘Claudia’ with them. We were both sort of curious why the decided to follow us around until they explained that we were so “Ass cheek white” that we must be one of their kind. I was like “As if! I do not have a New Orleans accent!!! And John was all “Mrmm… Beer? “
Here we are in Egypt. That whole thing about slaves and whipping and temple building is crap. This was not the BDSM get away we had hoped. Although it did help us get a little bit of sun. That will show those New Orleans guys! I just hope they take good care of Pocolo. Maybe it was French gibberish... Here we are in Egypt. That whole thing about slaves and whipping and temple building is crap. This was not the BDSM get away we had hoped. Although it did help us get a little bit of sun. That will show those New Orleans guys! I just hope they take good care of Pocolo. Maybe it was French gibberish...
The one thing they don’t put on the travel guide to Egypt is that you will be picking sand out of cracks in your body you didn’t even think you had!!! At least at the falls we had a chance to wash out most of that crap. Oh sure- We both got sun burnt where the sun don’t normally shine but it beats having sandpaper in your uh.. Cheeks. I think we should migrate up to Jack and Jim instead of Beer after that...
Here we are in the underground home of the M’buiti tribe. I am glad that ‘Snuggles’ has learned to use the camera. The natives seem sort of mad that John and I managed to ‘deflower’ the Chiefton’s daughter, son, and kitchenette set. I thought they were going to be pissed but- All’s well. I wonder what that strange sound is…?
Here we are at the end of our adventure, in Alaska. I was pretty ready to go. I tried explaining that I wasn’t going to wander around the Arctic in a pair of shorts and he was all like “Maraff! Beer! Leave the lemming!” It was fun. Last time I saw him he was sitting with the lemming under one hand making snow angels surrounded by beer cans and a bunch of eskimos that were giving him the I-wanna-rub-your-nose look. Well. It was fun. Maybe we will do it again next year.