I thought this morning I’d be posting pictures from our weekend, but unless you want a hundred pictures of our hotel bathroom, you’re not going to get any. I apparently ate something that wanted to kill me near the end of last week, and I spent the entire weekend wishing that it had.
We did actually make it out for a few hours in the early afternoon both days, visiting the Wawel and the Jewish district. I’m sure it would have been more interesting if I had not spend the whole time wondering if I was about to crap my pants.
Also, congrats to the Boston Red Sox who are now well on their way to 2090, the next year they will be due to win the World Series. How about a little Randy Johnson on opening day, chowds? HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES?
Have you seen Soda Popinkski yet?
Told ya not to drink the wada! lol!
Still using sandpaper for toilet paper?
I think it was probably the McRoyal!
No, I gave up on the John Wayne toilet paper, and have stolen a package of Anna’s baby wipes. And no, I’m not kidding.
I don’t doubt for a minute that it was the Royale wit’ cheese.
And Mick–there is plenty of Soda Popinski, but no iceski.
I remember experienceing the exact same fun…. with the TP. Must be a bunch of hard asses over there???
Sounds like you had a McRoyale pain in the keester. Maybe Arthur has some suggestions. :O
Wow, you funny guy. U gotta de job anywhere or do u travel all the time?