After three weeks of traveling I have returned to America, the land of the free. It was a good trip many laughs were had and there was much for me to learn about along the way. I discovered that hookers can communicate in any language, and that mcdonalds is also everywhere. Despite this ugliness that spans that globe, the little place across the pond known as "europe" or "Eurasisa" or at one time pangea...is quite incredible. A couple of things I noticed right away, their is a language barrier between me and most of the world and it can best be summed up in two words or one legend, Ron Burgundy. I told a man to eat cat poop and he thought I was serious.
This led to an ephiphany for ole douglass. And it started with my reflections on my softball award, the doug gardner excellence in maturity award. I like to spend about 50% of my time being mature, I am not trying to push it to be a hero or something. I am just trying to make my way through the sands of time with very little dignity.
In light of this I would like to reveal some of my moments that were not in the most mature of my actions on the trip.
I used my own telescope in the tower of Columbus
I took shots from some girls hand and told her I spoke no language
I took an ash tray from a hostel
I exposed myself in a hostel lobby
I jacked somebody's internet password so I wouldn't get charged
I called some girl depressed and asked her to kill herself or peep up (she did neither)
I snored on the plane on purpose.
Europe was awesome go there.
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