Friday, June 17, 2005

Home

is where the hole is.

Friday, June 03, 2005

Down and Out in...

South America has produced two sweet stereotypical events.

1. I was robbed buy two police officers who accused me of having sex in the street (I did not). They only got about ten bucks.
(Not this guy)



2. School was closed today because protesting students occupiued the administration building.

What a pynch!

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

PostVille

Saturday was the birthday of my friend Lindsay. For said occasion a party was given by non other than our esteemed profesor Carlos (Barb is in love with Carlos). His house is next door to the big yellow one. Lindsay had a few to many piscos and tried to make out with an elder.



We then proceded to a totally sweet gay bar for a feminist benifit party.
Later I had troubs on Barb`s patio. I think I may not actually know any spanish.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Argentina

is cheap

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

blowin`up the spot

I passed out the Lelis E.P.s I brought with me last night after their smash success debut. The three (very stoned) Chilean boys who were lucky enough to recive them were extreemly happy about the fact.



I would apreciate a percentage off the gross of any procedes that will enevetibly come from an already budding world wide fame.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Mystery Meat!

Sometimes it´s hard to really pick out where you want to eat. You have been walking for a long time, your tired, your hungry and your travel companions are starting to grate on your nerves. Perhaps you don´t know the area you´re in. You may under these conditions stop into a hole in the wall old people feed lot. Under these conditions you may be served some type of mystery meat. This may be the worst tasting thing you have ever eaten, or it may be tolarable.



You may (not so hypothetically) later find out that it was blood sausage. There may or may not also have been a little worm in your ice cream.

Saturday, May 14, 2005

The Secret!

I have discovered the secret to speaking spanish. It is much easier than I had thought. The use of flashcards, translation dictionaries and rote memorization is fucking bullshit.



The REAL secret is something I call the three beer rule. It works as follows.

1. Drink three or more beers
2. You can now speak and understand spanish

P.S.
They returned the modem.