while returning from munchen, for oktoberfest, i heard this lovely tidbit
“i miss my underwear. hey man, do you have on underwear? those fucking aussies! i miss my underwear man. there was like a 1000 of them. and they asked if i was wearing underwear and then starting reaching in to feel if i was wearing any. and then i had the choice. start throwing haymakers, or get an atomic wedgie.
man i miss my fucking underwear.”
some nameless guy sitting behind me on the train from munchen –> stuttgart –> mannheim –> mainz –> koln –> amsterdam.
I know how he feels….
aww, do you want yours back?
no….you can keep them.
oh jeez. you two stop it
Maybe some aussie needed them.