3 Strange Things I've Seen In Wales

1. In Wales, dogs are not, I repeat, NOT allowed to poop meatballs. That fine is $2000 in American money. Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn.

2. A couple of days ago I was forced to endure a tv commercial for men's hair gel. In it, several men were breakdancing in a gymnasium to display how the gel kept their ri-god-damn-diculous hairstyles intact-- and these hairstyles were hideous and nonsensical, the head fashion equivalent of wearing a dress created entirely out of hemorrhoids.

3. And here's my favorite: I was in McDonald's the other day (apparently Welsh food isn't making me fat quickly enough) when a hobo walked in, rooted around in the trash, didn't find whatever magical hobo juice he was looking for, and left. Now, I always take a special interest in hobos because I may very well be one someday, but this one didn't add anything new to the formula. He had an unkempt beard, teeth that looked like worms were about to pop out of them, and the same hobo outfit they all wear (a mixture of pale green and pale beige, the perfect combination to create that special hobo mixture of monotony and despair).

What I didn't notice as I ate my McNuggets was the fact this man also had a crazy glint in his eye, the kind causes sane people to willingly enter a shark cage or buy $3000 rims for their car. How does the crazy glint effect those who are already nutters? Well, as I was walking back to the bus station, I was distracted by a distant rumbling that soon became a monotony and despair colored blur... First I just saw a rickety, hand-crafted, three-wheeled sled with my hobo on top. Then I noticed the dog he had strapped to the front. That's right-- this genius, this beacon of hope and ingenuity in the homeless community has trained his dog to pull him on a sled. Where is he going? And for what purpose? This we may never know.

Also, I haven't posted in awhile because I've been busy with schoolwork (gasp!) and haven't done anything fun, though I did drink a bottle of champagne to celebrate Rumsfeld stepping down. I'm going to Rome for about five days, though, so hopefully I'll get something better than a sledding hobo out of that.