Adios
Goodbye you fowl-smelling, overcrowded bastard of a city where nothing ever seems to work, the air is too thin and polluted to breathe and there seems to be danger around every turn. I consider myself lucky to fly home today with both kidneys. I would say you have failed me were it not for your charm and tortilla soup. Adios.
posted by L at Sunday, October 28, 2007
1 Comments:
can you think of a more fitting way for the tour to end then the generator just running out of gas. it's almost poetic.
cancel europe.
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