Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Gunter and Klaus


Nothing beats staring at a collection of sweaty Hungarian cab drivers rubbing up on Sue Jenson from Wichita, Kansas while sipping a coffee.

Gunter and Klaus just love meeting American women at the local clubs, shouting at them in broken English over the pounding Gnarls Barkley remix, then downing sixteen Vodka and Red Bulls before the heart palpitations kick in at 4am. Can you blame them?

Oh, and my socks were in the kitchen. How’d they get in there? Stupid Xenu with his Scientology warlords sneaking into my apartment again last night and moving my socks around. I’m still not reading Dienetics, sock stealers.

# posted by douchebag1

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