Gorman probably had another Lolapalooza/Goldschlager incident. He'll wake up in a Taiwanese bathtub full of ice with both of his kidneys missing. Gordo, if your'e out there, try not to drink the whiskey straight out of the bottle for God's sake. Anyways, all this talk of Taiwan and England has given me the urge to travel. But not travel to just any normal run of the mill 3rd world country. You guessed it boys and girls, I'm talkin' bout hittin' up Camel Junction, A.K.A. Baghdad. Once your plane swerves to avoid the surface to air missles, and lands safely at a airport of rubbish, you're money. And the best part is, in a country where the government and economy is as stable as Gorman in a liquor store, there is no national currency. My plan is to invent a new currency... I'll call it the Culo. The Culo is bound to spread like wildfire b/c it will be emblazened with a seal that features Saddam and W duking it out, Greco Roman style.
So I guess my only question is... Who's coming with me?
Check out this article for more info:
http://www.cnn.com/2004/TRAVEL/08/09/bt.tour.iraq.reut/index.html
Show me the Culo
Ass Punch,
Joe
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