It’s a good thing I didn’t come here when I was twelve, because the German spelling of Vienna is Wiener. Because at least now, this monologue is internal:
“Wienerwald! Hee hee hee hee!”
After that, I think it’s appropriate that we’re probably going to go to the Sigmund Freud museum tomorrow.
Well, technically the city is called “Wien.” The “er” is possessive – ie, “Weiner” actually means “Viennese” and “Weinerwald” means “Viennese-wald.”
I think I’m going on about this because I really want to go where you are right now and get drunk.
Oops, that last post was by “Dave,” not my psuedonym “Gary Johnston” (the hero of Team America).
Duly noted. Also duly noted: The Freud museum sucked.
Let me explain to you the kind of man Gary is. He’s a man who knows that when you put another man’s cock in your mouth, you make a pact. A bond that cannot be broken. He’s a man so dedicated that he will get down on his knees and put that cock right in his mouth.
I remember vaguely liking the Freud museum – like a 5 on a scale of 10. But I wasn’t travelling with a guy with a psych degree, so I probably missed any inherent suckiness.