At Cafe Barrone, Herr Johann and Pelle were supposed to proof read my paper but they ended up getting into a staring contest with my desktop image instead. (they lost) ...notice the slight curvature of their bodies? th While this girl was gazing hungrily the pastries,
Herr Johann was gazing hungrily at the girl. "Having then for the first time clearly understood that before every man, and before himself, there lay only suffering, death, and eternal oblivion, he had concluded that to live under such conditions was impossible; that one must either explain life to oneself so that it does not seem to be an evil mockery by some sort of devil, or one must shoot oneself. But he had done neither the one nor the other, yet he continued to live, think, and feel, had even at that very time got married, experienced many joys, and been happy whenever he was not thinking of the meaning of his life. What did that show? It showed that he had lived well, but thought badly." -Tolstoy ok, I lied. I actually used one stick of Lancome, "Berry Noir" lipstick...just wanted to give a plug to my dad's new company, tiniboy bc I think it's marvelous (fyi if you are diabetic). and this is a plug of my new favorite necklace bc I also think it is marvelous. Upon leaving my soiree, Pelle took a candy corn and
Herr Johann took an apple. Herr Johann left poo (inconveniently, on the truffle platter). Making up for a month of neglect while in Vienna and Greece.
(Part of Pelle's anti-aging regiment - oysters help promote collagen production). He is close to 68 million years old but he hardly looks a day over 35 million. Afterwards, the remaining crab wasn't difficult to break in. Telemachus decided on English over Western training as is apparent by his two hand grip of the reins.
My dear brother barricaded my bedroom door with a pyramid of toilet paper. PELLE NOO!!!! Followed by rage and destruction
Pelle and Herr Johannes Johann have tea in the Athens hotel room. (Adopted Herr Johann in Vienna) 빨개벅구 망처나서! HERR JOHANN! NO! (he consumed about 30€ in minibar items that could've been purchased for 7€ at the market down the street.) 참내. Something about exquisite patisseries makes the world seem perfect for a moment - oh, wretched ephemeral race - That little white speck in the lower right corner is Pelle in his toga looking at the exhibit. Herr Johann at the Parthenon The Birth of Tragedy! Herr Johann and Pelle kept nagging for whoppers and popcorn. They were disappointed to learn the Theatre of Dionysus did not have a concession stand. Apollo is so hot. ...as is Aphrodite. I wonder if the Greco Romans were pressured to chisel cellulite from the same controversy surrounding contemporary airbrushing of models as promoting poor body image and eating disorders. Greek kitty watching the fort psst..catnip. catnip ?! Don't these look like the tops of giant pineapples a t-rex or giant ate? (trail up Lycabettus Hill) Don't these look like American dog poo? (Greek dog poo near Lycabettus Hill) Pelle having a glass of wine at a bar in Plaka. The colorful bottles are all home brewed liquor and gave the place a carnival feel dine and deutsche. (On the right are the German flash cards we carried around all through Greece as part of an effort to improve communication with Herr Johann as we think his misbehavior may be rooted in simple misunderstanding.) I will tell the secret to you, to you, only to you. Come closer. This song is a cry for help: Help me! Only you, only you can, you are unique at last. Alas it is a boring song but it works every time. Night ferry to Athens Earlier around Rethymno and Chania This building is 600 years old; Pelle is 67 million and a half years old.
pedophile only zone? I'm not quite sure what this sign intends to communicate. many kitties in Crete "Does the bed, my lady, still stand planted firm?"
Smoking and high cholesterol diet. Pelle having wine and buchteln at Cafe Hawelka (below). This place is enchanting. The last evening I went to Cafe Sacher and requested a seat for one the waiter asked, "Are you with the t-rex?" He brought out a tiny water glass for Pelle. "Daisy! Daisy! Daisy!" Shouted Mrs. Wilson. "I'll say it whenever I want to! Daisy! Dai-"
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