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Entered on: February 26, 2005 12:00 AM by BigFatty
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As promised - Car Porn!!!!!
I saw this number just walking down the street, minding my own business. I'll post some more pics, so be sure to stay tuned to JA for the latest Fatty Photos.
I didn't make into the British National History Museum, I rested up before travelling that day to Spain. In Spain it was good to see the family. The agenda was packed for my short stay there. We went to Grenada to see the Alambra. It is an ancient Moorish temple/palace that dates back 1000+ years. I've see it before, but it is impressive enought to see twice - plus it had been ten years!
We stayed at Bea's uncle's Andalucian horse ranch. He had a couple of guest houses he offered us to stay in for free. The house dated back to 1780. It was pretty sweet, plus out our window we could look at his horses. On top of that, he had frickin peacocks roaming around the grounds with a bunch of other fancy chickens and turkeys. They were all great to look at, but the downside was discovered at 4am. Damn chickens. But they sure are tasty!
We had dinner at the SOCK as planned. Even though I hyped it up, there was no way the SOCK could dissapoint. It was the best damn chicken we had. I don't know what came over me, but I was in rare form. I was an eating machine! I easily ate a whole chicken by myself. I was almost embarassed by my gluttony when I realized everyone had finished eating a while back and was sitting there watching me eat. They ordered dessert, and even finished that while I devoured the oh so tasty chicken and potatoes. The weird part was I stopped eating because to continue would have been disgusting. My mom was asking me to stop! She was worried about me. I could have kept at it!
The only other notable part was the flight back. It was quite shitty. I developed a massive headache which lasted for 4 hours. I was thinking I would not be allowed back into Budapest because technically my Visa ran out. Twenty minutes from landing, I went into DEFCON 2. Of course the landing sequence was in progress and I was forced to endure...... and endure..... I got to customs at DEFCON 1 and dove into line thinking if there are problems at least I could make it the worst possible moment in my life as I shit myself when they take me away. BUT, disaster averted!! I fly through customs right to the shitter - only to emerge to find that EasyJet lost my bag. That in itself is stupid because I was only going from point to point - no transfers. I was secretly hoping they would really lose it because the total value plus the old army duffle was about $50. Packing minimally has its advantages in lugage reimbursement. No luck, they delivered it the next day.
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FATTY_PHOTO 52 - 7 Comments
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Too bad Fatty, I always a good international pants shitting. It improves relations between countries, generally speaking.
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Dude, always go into Defcon 2 during the apporch and landing. I don't know why but I think my shitter mechanism is sentient and is playing tricks on me because it knows I can't do anything about it for a good 30 mins.
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Is that a Hamborghini?
You know, I'm just the opposite. I travel, and get constipated. I can't tell you how many times I've sat on an airport toilet, straining the ol' forehead vein, trying to squeeze one out. I think I'd almost rather shit my pants at that point.
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I probably would have shit my pants with my record. I think my shitter mechanism must be sentient as well because it finds it hilarious when it forces a pant shitting.
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Swerb, if you can hold it off, why do you force yourself to take a boot at an airport shitter? I'd wait till I had the home court advantage.
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London was chock full'o sweet cars. Hambos, Porches, Ferraris, and sweet old Bentlys and Rolls and other cars I had no clue on. I give London the Thumbs!
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Creeko, the longer I hold it off, the more uncomfortable it gets, so I just have to give it a shot whenever I have a few spare moments, and hope for positive results. I went on a trip once and didn't shit for about 72 hours - not for lack of trying, mind you - and I was constantly uncomfortable. It's hard to eat right when you travel, either, so that didn't help, and my farts could have been used at Auschwitz.
Problem is, there's no home court advantage when you're on the road. You're shitting in airports or strange hotels or at a friend's house, and my body just doesn't adapt to change well for some reason.
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