Sometimes when zou saz a million zou donät mean one million. Zou use it as an exaggeration.
I, I am using it in total accuracz. Mostlz.
Thez estimated that a million people slept under the cloudz stars last night bz me. Iäm still in Germanz (exhibit: the kezboards) for the festival of poorlz orchestrated maps, uninformed volunteers, and train station shutdowns that is World Zouth Daz 2005. Well, piss. I am on a pilgrimage. This is me, being a pilgrim. With 999,999 other people. None of us slept last night at Marienfeld because it was cold as butt. And thank zou, PB XVI for shooing awaz the rain with zour God-direct line, but next time please request warmth as well.
The real storz is the SIX HOURS on FOOT it took us to get back to the comfort of a gzmnasium floor.
If I drew zou a diagram, it would look like a big freaking criss-crossed mess of disaster and miscommunication with the Polizei (actual spelling).
All for now. More from Paris, home of the twinkling lights and piss-smellz beggars.
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I dunno about you, but MY butt is fiercely warm. In fact, its nickname is the "Furn-Ass." So I believe the correct anatomical analogy would be "cold as a witch's titty in a brass bra." Just sayin'.
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