Tweety riding a penis
We´ve all had Nutella, correct? In Spain there is a company which produces a cheaper version of Nutella who coerced Warner Brothers into letting them use Looney Tunes in their advertising and they come in collectible glass jars...okay, regardless, one of them is of Tweety riding a suspicously phallic, flesh-colored surfboard.
Can you tell it's not been an exciting week?
I booked my hostel for Amsterdam. That's exciting. Now now, no jokes about any naughty habits, I am going to see the VanGogh museum. And learn to speak Dutch.
And then I'm coming home...now you know this is where it's supposed to get all philosophical, where I delve into the life-enhancing experiences I´ve had, the montón de mind-broadening and character-building, but for one that's a little boring and for two, my electricity went off in the residencia for TWO DAYS and I had lots of exams this week. Studying by candlelight = the devil.
I do, however, have a huge crush on my Culture professor still. He rides a moped. He talks in sexy Spanish about Don Juan and Casanova and Carmen (who is definitely not famous enough--sexiest femme fatal gypsy woman ever). Unfortunately, I doubt he has a Barles, which definitely sets him back a notch...
I accidentally ate pork flavored chips the other day. I checked the ingredients and I don´t think there was any real animal flesh fragments, but my friends mocked me relentlessly. The one that hurt the most-- "How would you like it if pigs ate Nicole-flavored chips?"
All right. Off to learn how to talk. Missing all...
Can you tell it's not been an exciting week?
I booked my hostel for Amsterdam. That's exciting. Now now, no jokes about any naughty habits, I am going to see the VanGogh museum. And learn to speak Dutch.
And then I'm coming home...now you know this is where it's supposed to get all philosophical, where I delve into the life-enhancing experiences I´ve had, the montón de mind-broadening and character-building, but for one that's a little boring and for two, my electricity went off in the residencia for TWO DAYS and I had lots of exams this week. Studying by candlelight = the devil.
I do, however, have a huge crush on my Culture professor still. He rides a moped. He talks in sexy Spanish about Don Juan and Casanova and Carmen (who is definitely not famous enough--sexiest femme fatal gypsy woman ever). Unfortunately, I doubt he has a Barles, which definitely sets him back a notch...
I accidentally ate pork flavored chips the other day. I checked the ingredients and I don´t think there was any real animal flesh fragments, but my friends mocked me relentlessly. The one that hurt the most-- "How would you like it if pigs ate Nicole-flavored chips?"
All right. Off to learn how to talk. Missing all...