huck

On my way to the train station, I spotted this gem of a POS. At first I thought it belonged to my old metalhead friend Dirty Steve, but he would not be in Switzerland this time of year.

At any rate, no bumper sticker overladen vehicle in Austin can hold a candle to this badass. What’s more, if you make him angry, his atheist anthropomorphic rat friend will have sex with you.

My friend, you CANNOT stop the rock, not even in Geneva..

Had drinks at The Salisbury, London’s oldest sport free pub. The décor was incredible, I thought “Victorian Dolly Parton.” Regardless, the quiet reserve was present even in the face of some French lady who was freaking out because her purse was stolen right from under her pointy nose. Oy!