October 4, 2005



  • Last Batch of Pics///Madrid///Day 5-7///




    The Prado, bitch.


    Apparently the founder of Goya foods is from Madrid. He put statues of himself all over the place. Probably because he is a dick.


    Dangerous intersections are marked by glorious monuments dedicated to Madridians whom have died there.


    It’s Madrid’s version of the Brandenburg Gate, El Brandenburg Puerta. No, wait. That must be wrong.


    Salty as fuck.


    Steak au poivre means jizz on steak.


    Unsatisfied with the jizz content on my previous lunch, I order a cup.


    Later I decide to balance my diet with menstruation.


    This is where we got a snack at 2:30 in the morning.


    Ice cream was very much in order.


    The more time I spent in Madrid the more I hoped I would meet a sculptor who could sculpt me into a fountain before I die.


    The world’s only public monument to Lucifer.


    Spain has the best frozen urine in the world.


    More stuff about Lucifer.


    This is the stadium where they fight bulls. It smells like shit.


    Can someone refer me to a good Cuban place in San Francisco and Seattle? I’ll trade info for this place in Madrid.


    More ice cream because I am determined to become fatter than suetalkstoomuch.


    In the event of an emergency landing over water, you will wear this ridiculous mammory-like vest so that we can laugh at your ass in case a shark doesn’t eat your ass.


    I am ridiculously good looking.


    This shit came out of my ass hella fast.



    I want to go to Russia, but work won’t let me for at least another nine months. Fucking sucks. Kinda like your mom.


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