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The only saving grace is the Joey reference.

 

 

guilty as charged

 

One day, you have nothing better to do than sit on s2ki, so you decide, **** this, so you go out and take a drive. A few streets from home, you see the most beautiful girl walking a long the street crying, you slow and ask her if she needs help with backpacking in Europe, in the foothills of mt. Tibidabo... and I walked up on a small building that I thought was an old abandoned church, But I found inside 15 of the best... women I haver seen in my life. They started speaking to me in French and one spoke in German. The German one had forgot that...

 

 

One day, you have nothing better to do than sit on s2ki, so you decide, **** this, so you go out and take a drive. A few streets from home, you see the most beautiful girl walking a long the street crying, you slow and ask her if she needs help with backpacking in Europe, in the foothills of mt. Tibidabo... and I walked up on a small building that I thought was an old abandoned church, But I found inside 15 of the best... women I haver seen in my life. They started speaking to me in French and one spoke in German. The German one had forgot that... this story sucks balls and no one will really care in a few hours. Then all the sudden I woke up and realized I was not in a church on the foothills of mt. Tibidabo, but instead I was tied down to a bed. I tried to get up, but the knots were too tight. Thats when I heard a door open and the laughter I know so well:

 

One day, you have nothing better to do than sit on s2ki, so you decide, **** this, so you go out and take a drive. A few streets from home, you see the most beautiful girl walking a long the street crying, you slow and ask her if she needs help with backpacking in Europe, in the foothills of mt. Tibidabo... and I walked up on a small building that I thought was an old abandoned church, But I found inside 15 of the best... women I haver seen in my life. They started speaking to me in French and one spoke in German. The German one had forgot that... this story sucks balls and no one will really care in a few hours. Then all the sudden I woke up and realized I was not in a church on the foothills of mt. Tibidabo, but instead I was tied down to a bed. I tried to get up, but the knots were too tight. Thats when I heard a door open and the laughter I know so well:
It was Senor Flojo, pointing a gun to that child's head. The child looked at Flojo and he decided to...

 

One day, you have nothing better to do than sit on s2ki, so you decide, **** this, so you go out and take a drive. A few streets from home, you see the most beautiful girl walking a long the street crying, you slow and ask her if she needs help with backpacking in Europe, in the foothills of mt. Tibidabo... and I walked up on a small building that I thought was an old abandoned church, But I found inside 15 of the best... women I haver seen in my life. They started speaking to me in French and one spoke in German. The German one had forgot that... this story sucks balls and no one will really care in a few hours. Then all the sudden I woke up and realized I was not in a church on the foothills of mt. Tibidabo, but instead I was tied down to a bed. I tried to get up, but the knots were too tight. Thats when I heard a door open and the laughter I know so well:
It was Senor Flojo, pointing a gun to that child's head. The child looked at Flojo and he decided to...
...ask the German if she related to Hitler because she was walking around the room saying things like...

 

I believe it is pronounced Tib-uh-day-bow!

I love that episode.

 

One day, you have nothing better to do than sit on s2ki, so you decide, **** this, so you go out and take a drive. A few streets from home, you see the most beautiful girl walking a long the street crying, you slow and ask her if she needs help with backpacking in Europe, in the foothills of mt. Tibidabo... and I walked up on a small building that I thought was an old abandoned church, But I found inside 15 of the best... women I haver seen in my life. They started speaking to me in French and one spoke in German. The German one had forgot that... this story sucks balls and no one will really care in a few hours. Then all the sudden I woke up and realized I was not in a church on the foothills of mt. Tibidabo, but instead I was tied down to a bed. I tried to get up, but the knots were too tight. Thats when I heard a door open and the laughter I know so well: It was Senor Flojo, pointing a gun to that child's head. The child looked at Flojo and he decided to ask the German if she related to Hitler because she was walking around the room saying things like... "Sieg Heil!" and burning jews.