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Contrary to popular opinions... we are still alive!!

Much has happened since the last post.

We are in Munich now...WTF? But how did we get here is the burning question...

Instead of going to Switzerland for the 4th/5th of July (momentous holidays in US and A) we hit up that young Florence, Italy. Oh snap was it nice.

Upon arrival in Florence we went to get some real food after not eating a tastey delight in nearly 9 days in Croad-land. While at dinner Mickey had his first ever multiple mouth-gasm from the tastes of his sausage...which Sean kindly stole the last bite to prevent a severe depression upon realization that the sausage was no more.

Then there was the typical Muldoon wandering for the night. We stumbled upon the Duomo in the middle of Florence. Mickey then followed up with another grouping of mind-blowing mind-gasms at the sight of the Duomo. As Molly and Sean sat on the stairs and people watched Molly made a 'friend' in an authentic Luigi named Jimmy. Coincidencently this was the second Jimmy of the day. The first being Jimi Tripoli our ACCOMODATION (in croatian broken english) for the following night. We would later find out that Jimi would become a life long friend. He invited us to his home-garden in Calabria (southern italy) next time we're in the neighborhood. Anywho, Molly made a date with 20 going on 16 year old Jimmy. Sean swooped in so we could bounce... more wandering.

The following day we did some Muldoonesque sight seeing. We went to the Academia to see the David. However the line was longer than jew's horns in the summer. So we crept to the exit of the building. From the building we could see the David himself as the doors opened so people could go. This was not enough though. Mickey and Molly crept inside the doors once someone came out, only to be yelled at by a fem-luigi... but they did get closer to the naked dude. Sean waited outside to post bail if needed. Following this sight we bounced to the real Academia school to sneak around and see if we could commandeer some no-name sculptures.

Back at the hostel we met this cool chick named Sara or Sara from Florida was Jimi always referred to her. She was from Florida. She went to dinner with us. Wandered from bar to bar on Americas birthday and then on Mollys as well... good peoples.

As we were on a trek to see this skateboarding, punk, bmx, graffiti concert thing that was all in Italian so we actually had no idea where or what it was Sean had to poop..again. We slip into a pub and ask for the WC and this bloke points us in the right direction. Sean went it the room being trailed by Molly. 'Molly, wheres the toilet? Theres no toilet in this bathroom!' 'Are your sure whats in that room?' 'Its just some storage closet with some drainage hole in the ground... oh fuck that is the toilet!!!!!'

Sean spray pooped while hoovering over a slight depression in the ground in a pub in Florence. Does that still happen in civilazed countries?

Birthday night - space electronica...double trouble....sweat....a new Jimmy.
We danced our asses off to the most hoppinest beats in Firenze. It was here that Molly found her true love (as was foretold in her tarrot card reading). This new Jimmy is a ballet dancer in Florence, soon moving to the US. The evening progressed from him liking our company, to him attempting to move to California to be with Molly. Mixed feelings about the overall feeling of Jimmy, but he was extreme. Good birthday...Molly felt old, but also found some sort of mystical plateau to reside on.

Sadly, all good things must come to an end. Good Bye Italy hello Germany.

The trek to Germany was an adventure... our first overnight train.

When we found our 'room' it was a sardine can. 6 beds in a room that had space for 2 beds and a midget stool. Once we worked our magic though we had more space and and were comfertable with our digs... or so we thought.

About 1am and 3 hours of sleep deep some hard core Luigi pounded on the door. Anticipating the possibility of a fool joining us we had made the bed directly above Sean and below Molly. Oncec the fool came in though that bed was not good enough for him. He made Sean get up move all our shit form one of the other beds so he could sleep on the bottom bunk on the other side. Sean had a dream he killed this guy Army Ranger style so noone would ever know.

Gütten Tag Duetcheland.

Mickey kicked off the new country with another mind-gasm at the efficiency of the public transportation in Germany. After arriving at 630am we easily made the few tram/bus rides to our 'hostel' or cheap shitty hotel for 14 year old traveling prepubescent unsophisticated loud annoying unattractive groups of kids as Sean likes to call it.

Nap Time

More Wandering

We wandered around the Marienplatz just vibin' it out for a while. Then eventually a game plan was put together. Wander some more.

We walked around the downtowny shopping areaish and were marveled by all the people around. Sean bought a footy kit. Molly re-stunned after the traumatic departure with the Molly Goggles. Mickey watched accordian man... HARD. Time for the Glockenshpeal. What is that anyways. We went out the the open area that had a grip of people standing around the clock. We witnessed some poorly macanical display at 5pm. Serious Germany vibe kill. In case you were wondering the Blue Knight won...who cares it sucked.

Off the the Englisher Garden (the biggest and baddest beer garden ever)

All three of us had simulatous mind-gasms at the sight of the open field filled with naked men with large members, thousands of drunken fools, LOUNGING TO THE EXTREME, marijuana mecca (minus amsterdam), good vibe, bongo drums, hippies, guitar circles, a stream, at least 34565 cute beans and lady beans (owned by people vs the strays in croad-atia), and liter beers.

We woke up to Xzibit´s Concentrate...Good Omen...

Agglutinize....Capitalize....Circumcize