Back from another excellent adventure...

So many funny things happened on this last vacation, it's hard to know where to start. There was the super-duper fat woman behind the fried dough cart in Boston. I think her purpose is that she serves as a warning to others.

There was the creepy hunched over guy in Ptown who followed us one night in the pouring rain and looked like a character out of a Hitchcock film as he ducked in and out of the steet lamps.

There was this really wierd guy in a bar who icked us out so bad we just left full drinks and went on to the next place. Then there were all these people who resembeled their dogs, and, oh yeah, there was this half-girl with no legs or arms that people were pushing in a baby carriage and she was sun burnt to hell. We firgured she couldn't talk and wasn't able to ask for some sun screen. I know it was so wrong, but we laughed anyway. I agree, we're bad people for that. But you know how it is sometimes when reality is a bit too harsh. We were sitting at a bar looking out the window when the half-girl passed by for the second time, and well, one or the other of us had to finally say something funny to take away the desparity. What are you going to do when you know you can't laugh and all you want to do is bust up? You've all experienced it at some point, ya know milk shooting out your nose, or laughing in church when its so quiet. Retard jokes and cripple jokes have been around a long time. That's all I'm saying.

Then there was the pig. But I won't go into that one.