Well, i’m back from my stunning tour of exotic satellite tracking stations the world over, and here are my thoughts, exactly as written in my journal. See if you can spot the jet-lag induced delusions!
“…armed with enough shitty Pougots and Parisian taxi drivers, France would have won the war.”
“the movie “Scent of a woman” would have had a different meaning in France”
“Je’ voudrais un Big Mack s’il vous plaît”
“Is Italy under some kind of international soap embargo?”
“The Itallians are sure a …er…FRIENDLY bunch…”
“Er, quit touching me…”
“Seriously, quit touching me…”
“Ha! Ha! Ha! (Psst! What the hell did he just say!?)”
“Australia by far wins the award for “Most Exotic Roadkill” two red kangaroos, one wallaby and some kind of mystery marsupial so far…”
“Toads! Toads! Toads!”
“please God, tell me that isn’t the toilet.”
“please God, tell me that isn’t a snake.”
“Please God, how’s about not making it poisonous, huh?”
“…When it was discovered that the snake ate toads, he was officially okay by me…”
“World-wide, wherever there is a satellite dish, there is David Hasselhoff…”
Inky
