But Marge, It's What Separates Us From The Animals*!

As everyone's** favorite Europe-based blogger, I feel that it's my responsibility to act as tour guide to my friends that want to visit (God knows why) the 'dorf. Of course, a few of these friends hit The Continent and fall prey to the lures of French wine, Bavarian beer or Czech women*** and never make it to the scenic realm of Nordrhein-Westfalen. I feel that it's my duty as a blogger to point out said weak individuals. On the other hand, I don't want to draw undue attention to these jackholes.

In 2009, the third****, but most egregious, was Steve C. No, that's too obvious. Let's call him S. Cook. Said Pottsie has talked a Eurotravel game for over a year, but only this April was able to walk the walk*****. Unfortunately, he chose to walk said walk on the same plane I was using to go back to DFW for my semi-annual reintroduction to breast implants and Mexican food.

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* Except the weasel
** Well, everyone I give a shit about.
*** Never British women, though. Odd, that.
**** The first two were Erin P. and Casey H.
***** Ok, fine. Charge the charge,