We decided to spend the day sight seeing (Two Dutch boys, hairless ass weasel, and friend Behr) because we bought a train ticket to Berchtesgaden we can't use until tomorrow. I was going to kneecap the travel agent we went to after doubling back to Munich because we got lost in the woods after getting through the misplaced bog (which is now Behr canon). We were walking around amongst the trees for a long time and I swear upon all that is holy that some of them had faces. This is why we doubled back. Not due to cowardice like the evil Allies when we beat them back after their inane foolishness in the Nancy boy themed "Operation Market Garden." Bunch of pansies. Sad. We got them good after that. And then the communists came. Terrible.
I digress. You know our shared history, friends. We wanted to see some sites including beer gardens, beer maidens, and men in short pantsed overalls and funny hats. I hamstrung fifteen of those motherfuckers in less than ten minutes (and my pocket knife extension for my X-Man type hand has still not gotten sharp, so you know how much sawing I had to do to complete this high degree of difficulty task).
After the sights were seen, I pumped out a quality ejaculation in the bathroom of what looked like a fake Howard Johnson's. That is probably the wrong place for one of those squiggly marks you put sometimes in words when it looks right to do so. There are no rules about using these things. It is purely for aesthetic purposes. Anyone tells you different, you know they are infected with the liberalism and require the genital cuff to prevent them from continuing their failed line. Only the strong will survive when the natural order returns. The Fuhrer will make certain of it once I restore him to this world by becoming one with him. It is a dream I have that began with the first animal insertion into my body cavities in 1939.
I struck out with the lady with the Ukranian bazookas the other night and had to slice the throat of the man who tried to intervene when I forced her into my car after slipping her a mickey. That was a disappointing way to end a fun evening, but tomorrow we get on the scenic train to Berchtgaden. I love train rides. So relaxing, even knowing that I am the prisoner of these two children who want to throw me into a fire and that fucking thing that came out of my ass that keeps looking at me and grinning.
My friends.