Get wasted and urinate on some kind of religious structure in Reykjavik for me.

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true story: when I went to Sydney, the second night I was there I got blackout and puked all over these statues of the heads of old australian political figures (I think that's who they were). gotta one up myself somehow.

As strange as this may sound I can relate to this. I got wasted in Florence. Met an Englishman (Alex Rose.) Woke up in the palazzo vecchio . And my shopping cart was gone....

I know I'm being set up, but why did you have a shopping cart?

No, not at all. It was outside the bar I was drinking in.

Edit: I was 16. I had to leave Morocco for a month to renew my visa. So I hopped on the boat across the straits of Gibraltar, got on a bus in Spain and ended in Milan. Went all around Italy by train and car.

Just tell me the ****ing story already so I can go about my day.

Like you have a pressing day ahead of you.

Regardless, poops need to be made and cereal needs to be partaken in, so hurry up.

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meditated. marthoned marco polo, and that's it. Kind of tired now.

I was just out drinking, and my sister had hooked up with a pilot named Fabio. And was ignoring me. So I was drinking sloe gin fizzes all night, and ended up talking to the dude next to me, out of the bar we stumbled, behold shopping cart. Roxo gets in car an dude pushed me through the streets, and we ended in an alley making out. Drunk Roxo can't remember how I ended up leaned up against this monument.....http://mikestravelguide.com/wp-conte...zo-Vecchio.jpg HE'S NOT EVEN WEARING A FIG LEAF FOR GODSAKES.

It takes alot of guts for a guy to make out with a straight chick with a shaved head.... I just want to say, I have never forgotten you Alex..... We could have had something.