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Sunday, June 15, 2008


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Andrew's Complete Waste 'o' Time

After an 8 hour transit flight it which my right foot swelled up to elephantiasis proportions, causing great pain and blisters to pop and stain my shoes with blood, I spent an hour weeping in the humorless immigration cells. Pawing through my underpants and the cards in my wallet, it was decided I was a "drug runner" for only being in Croatia for 3 days ("Croatia is where all the drugs come from"), and I was to be strip searched by a buck nig-nog with sausage fingers. Nothing makes a man feel more welcome after such a long uncomfortable flight like having his anus probed by a Marsellus Wallace doppelganger. Choking back the tears as he fondled the seam on my testicles, I was tempted to say "Do I look like a bitch?!... Then why you try and fuck me like a bitch?!", but the mood didn't call for it.

*burp*