Hi... my name is Baby Duck. I've been a friend/good luck charm of BP's aka Joel for about the last 12 years. Dipshit has kept me in all the cars and trucks he's owned since we met, and is under the impression I bring him good luck see'n how he's never had an accident with me around. Does he take me on the bike? NOOOOOOO
Has he crashed bikes? YEEEEESSSSSSS. See..... he's a dipshit.
Anywho.... see'n how he planned on driving while in England.... we thought it best I tag along.
Waiting on the airport shuttle. Thanks Gus for letting dipshit park there
Waithing to get felt up by some greasy TSA agent
After stowing away in a-holes backpack.... I'm finally let out for a lil fresh pressurized cabin air. Richard Simmons did the preflight safety instructions WTF?
After a 10 hour flight.... finally at Heathrow. My feet swelled up and I had to pee like a racehorse. quack!
We left LAX at 4:45pm and arrived in London at a lil before noon..... so we basically wandered around like zombies for a few hours trying not to be sucked into jetlag hell. We found a lil burger place in Earls Court near our hotel and rested for a bit.... then proceded to eat the world most expensive f'n hamburgers. Four burgers, fries and a couple of cokes later.... about 80 bucks US.... F U burger place! Hey look.... and old lady in an old city.... what are the odds?
The next day we took the tube here. Lots of old buildings and shit.
London Eye ride. SLOOOOOOOOOW.
Outside the London Eye. The tour guy dude said one of the eye thingies fell off and people died.... lie'n bastage. They took it off to fix it.
On the tour bus. "look... old buildings....bla bla bla" Where is the "Ye olde strip club?
On the river Thames tour. Thames is the English word for....dirty brown water.
More of the river tour. Way to f'n go dipshit..... more water. Did I mention it f''n rained every other second?
Back on the tourbus inbetween cloud bursts. Oh look..... more old shit.
The English countryside near Toot Hill..... suprisingly it did not smell of farts.
As you can see... he have now made it out of London and have placed our lives into BP's unskilled
I cant find 3rd gear wtf another roundabout hands.
Ask him why it took him an hour to get back to the hotel in London when he picked up the rental car....even though the place was only 3 blocks from the rental facility
Watching the moto2 bikes warm up. If anybody ever says to you... " hey.... lets go to Silverstone and watch a Motogp race".... kick them in the happy sack.
Wind...rain.... cold.... and douch bags who steal seats. Dipshit almost got into a fight with some English pigdog. Not wanting to spend the rest of his vacation in jail..... BP pussed out and went to find warmth and shelter for his family. That came in the form of the parking lot. Nothing says happy fun time like listening to a race on the car radio in the parking lot. F Silverstone and thier non English speaking security staff.
More in a bit..... I need a beer.
