Phil and I have been friends for 13 years. Back then, the most important things in our lives were girls and driving. Well, even though we’ve both grown up some since then, when we’re around each other, a reversion occurs that makes us (or me at least) 15 years old again. Our collective desires stoop to baser levels and our brows drop correspondingly. (i.e., poop and farts are funny once again).
Thankfully, the two places Phil said he wanted to go during his first trip to Europe were Prague and London – two easy-to-get-to and attractive locations that (whether he knew it or not) fulfilled suitably our 15-year-old desires. Prague had the ladies. London had the cars. And they both had farts.
(No farts were harmed in the making of these blogs.)
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Farts! Ha ha ha hee hee hee ho ha.
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