That's what they call McDonalds. I said no. The next time I opened my eyes the sun was already setting. Land of perpetual dreariness.
That's not true. London's nice. Went to the Tate Modern. Dali was there. I said what's up.
Tate modern at twilight.
I'm trying hard not to spend all my money on irregularly shaped candy postcards, british candy bars and general souvenir tourist rubbish. Oh yeah, or on food, either. Wish I was in Africa.
Best blog entry ever.
by the way, fish and chips is delicious, but i REEK of fried cod. attractive.
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mmmmmmmmmmm fried cod smell
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