Where the hell is my towel?

In a shameless emulation of another far less bewildered traveller, I give you the highly accurate account of my year in Uppsala, Sweden. Like the great man says, persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; those attempting to find a plot in it will be banished; those attempting to find a moral in it will be shot.

Thursday, August 31, 2006

I keep my goddamn promises


A while ago, I promised y'all a picture of the frog tattooed jumping into Ashley's butt. And I always deliver on my promises.

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