I Took Some More Time Off

Alright, so who in the fuck do I think I am?  The Backstreet boys didn't take this much time off and weren't able to come back.  Because I'm poor, the hotel I stayed in didn't have internet.  It was a step above a hostile.  Just a little step.  My bed was the size of the bench seat in the front of a 1970 Ford F-100 pick-up truck.  That's why I wasn't able to write.

So I just spent some time expanding my culture in the big UK, England (old), British Columbia (no that's Canada - stupid), umm, I meant Great Britain. 

Here's my guide to the British: drive on the other fucking side of the road!  Isn't it funny how the only jackassses in the world who don't know what fucking side to drive on all live on islands: Japan, Britain, and Australia (I know you're a continent [I had to do a Google search to figure out how to spell that word - look my first thought within a thought] but you're just a big fucking island with no roads leading to other countries that matter).  You say FR, England has the Channel Tunnel or the Chunnel as we like to say.  And I say touche to you.  But that's new-ish.  Much younger than fucking cars.  It's fucking weird and hard to cross the streets because you look the other way and SMACK you get hit by some space age fucking hybrid.  Grow up you pussies from those wrong side driving countries.

Lets talk money.  England has the Pound which is their version of the Dollar, only it's worth more.  One Pound = $1.55 - $1.79, give or take.  They also have the Pence which is their version of our Cent.  Here's what confuses me.  Their pounds go down to 5 in bill form.  Next they have the 2 Pound coin and the 1 pound coin.  Next they have: 50, 20, 10, 5, 2, and 1 Pence coins.  All in all they have 7 crazy fucking coins.  That's one reason they hate us Americans, because we stand like retards at a register trying to pay for a stick of gum with 400 different coins.

The women are hotties, I won't lie.  They all dress in that Eruo trash look and all the guys are in these skinny stretch jeans that they also wear baggy.  Knock, knock.  Who's there?  You can't droop spandex asshole.

It may seem like I have more complaints than I have good things to say but that's really not true.  Driving, money, and style are all I have negative to say.  I harp because that's what I do: I harp.  The places I visited were so damn clean.  They have this subway called The Underground (while expensive) is so fucking clean and in my opinion efficient it blows my fucking mind.  I'd cook a hot dog on their 3rd or 4th rail (they have 4 rails) and eat off the floor it's so GD clean.  The only thing stopping me is the fact that their trains are so often and on time I wouldn't have time to make my dog rare.  Their taxi drivers are so professional.  They have to train for three years before they get to drive.  The cabs are clean and don't smell like falafal balls.  Did I mention the hotness?  I'd live there in a heartbeat.

Expand your horizions and visit some other nation other than Datona Beach

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