Italian Outakes

When we got here we had to get an Italian "social security" card. We went to the Pordenone 'city hall' and believe it or not they certainly had a better process than we do in the States. We only waited an hour. Anyhow, we are waiting there, and Christy elbows me and says: Are those flesh colored pants? Well...no, they weren't...

Below in a previous pic, I was caught taking a drink of the famous 'Sropino' beverage that is simply sensational. Since, Christy was there, she really likes the toilet humor so I tried to get a pic of what she was talking about. Apparently, here in Italy, if you have to "take the Browns to the superbowl" you have to prepare with a little yoga before attempting. Yes, those are toilet bowls in the floor. I guess that is par here in Italy.

On our trip to Udine, Christy forgot to include my video documentation of the view to Slovenia. Well, for your viewing pleasure I present to you our 'capolavoro italiano'.

While in Venice, Christy tried to take me to this party...well, I think it was a party. There were masks, and hats, and glitter. I think I passed out with my "Eyes Wide Shut". Dude, it was weird.


Ok, enough of Christy getting me in trouble, Kwame signing off.