Try if you will, to imagine some feet. They are your feet, and they have been walking all about the world of Europe. Alright, so basically you have some hooves, scarred up and callous, past the point where they could ever hurt let alone feel anything.
And that's exactly what you need for running of the bulls in Pamplona, Spain. Hooray for the festival San Fermin! Wanna die? Go here! To Spain! where people are out of their god damn minds and sangria in as good as gold! I can sum up my whole experience with this-
Stand
Stand
stand...
shit!
RUN!!!
runrunrunrunrun
BULLSohShitMan!
guy gets gored
pushes me
I hit fence with face
hit ground
people stomp you a bit
run into the stadium
dont get killed by Oxen
time for SANGRIAAA!!!
But if you wanna have a really good time I'd go to the PETA protest two days before the start of the festival. Running of the Nudes! Its good fun... good sexy fun. haha :D
I took a train to paris and had some drinks with mr Pip
anyway then I went to Ampsterdam where you can get high and purchase people which is interesting
and then I took a nice boat
to London
which is where I have been for a while
sorry i dont write
Im just always sleeping
or out
Ive had a lot of sleep to catch up on
a girl the other night thought i was 30
I need some sleep i guess
clint-
Sunday, July 19, 2009
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YAY!!! You are coming home!!! Everything will be right with the world again....
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ReplyDelete1) woo sangria!!
2) poor bulls
* and in response to your comment,
3) i dont think you can really talk about my clothes...jazzy jeff.
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ReplyDelete1) woo sangria!!!
2) if the bulls actually kill you they let the bull live
3) I where my Jazzy pants with pride. Long live King of Pop... Mr. Jazzy Jeff.