Everest

I'm back from Europe. That place is far! I was on this one airplane for about 3 days I think. So long, I actually watched half of Night At The Museum. But I had a blast and return with a wallet full of strange money and an address book full of wonderful new European friends. No, not really. I pretty much didn't talk to anyone the whole time. But I couldn't have loved it more and will share stories later, like the time I thought it would be fun to rent a car in a country where they drive on the other side of the road and then just to fuck me the car they gave me was a stick shift. Oh yeah, and then it started snowing.

But in the meantime, if you haven't seen Mr. Show's The Story of Everest, you should. The first time Pamie showed it to me I actually had to look away I was laughing so hard I was afraid I'd vomit. Sort of like when I ate a Corish Pasty in York, UK the other day, but with less lard.