International Beer Fest conversations

Things We Say:

Did I hear you just say Penis beer? I want some penis beer--Me
You've had penis beer, don't lie to me.--Maria

You should take the icebreakers candy out of your ear.  Is it making you hear fruity?--Me
No but it's making everything sound gay--Baker

Hey, he's not short.  It's all relative, man.  You are not short compared to that bar stool--Tony about Baker

Your nickname is Einstein because its all relative--Tony
No, he's not that smart, so it's Keinstein--maria

When he talks, all I hear is wah wah wah.--Jorge
I AM NOT CHARLEY BROWN'S TEACHER!

I can't believe the only high I've had was meditation.  This [alcohol] is just fun.--Tony

*Singing to Kama Chameleon* I am a man . . --Tony
No you're not!--Baker

You must be drunk if you are singing the black eye peas.  Sober people just don't do that--Baker

I'm sitting here listening to Reggae and thinking about how the world doesn't have enough love in it.  It takes so much more energy to hate than it does to laugh alongside your enemies.  Love people. Love--Me, clearly hanging around the hippie too much.

There's a girl here who looks like Adam Lambert but with boobs--Me

I am sexually frustrated, and frustrated about sex!-Me

Blurb My Brain:

People are stupid. This woman in particular.

So this lady parks absolutely terrible, and I decided to park next to her. I get out and she tells me that she can't get into her car. I tell her she parked too far over to the left, and that she should repark her car. She then tells me she has a kid (meaning she's pregnant) and she can't repark her car. Oh. Excuse me. I didn't know that Pregnancy rendered your parking skills useless. So as you can see, I moved my car but not after revving my engine multiple times while backing out. I can't wait to get out this country. And I mean this in a "so that I can finally yell at you in my native tongue and not have to worry about your pity case.  No, stupid lady.  you are wrong.  You should repark your damn car.  And if I had the ability to call the police on you, you can bet I would.  Pregnant. Bah! 

Featured Randoms:

So today is going to be a bunch of random pictures from my iPhone.  Deal with it.  But you know, I take a lot of random pictures, and I find them funny, so why would I NOT upload them to my blog?

 I seriously am going to throw all of this into the recycling.  I can't believe just how much I had stashed.  I am a total pack rat. :(

Typical sunset outside the bowling alley. Gorgeous. 

Bowling Alley onion rings that are the size of my fist, lightly battered and then fried.  Almost as good as funnel cakes. Almost.  

My only kisses I've been giving in the 4 months that Boyfriend has been gone.  I thought this was a cute if not slightly creepy picture. 

Death in a bottle hot sauce. Not the same kind of hot sauce mentioned in previous post. lol. 

Ingredients: Death, Spicy Death, Your Mom, and sugar. 

Only in Europe.  

I am a MAJOR fan of chocolate ice cream.  Except that it looks like poop. And now you will think that every single time you ever eat chocolate ice cream. Ever. 

Did you know flowers had horoscopes? Or that horoscopes had flowers? Neither did I .

The German red cross is Dark. Someone should turn on the lights for them.