Weekly Installment: Adolf und Ich (ep. 1)
Diesen Woche fahren wir nach Paris!
click on the above image for a closer look at the Goodfellas
The first thing Hitler wanted to do when we arrived in Paris was visit the Eiffel Tower. He was like a little boy, bubbling with excitement. To David and I he eagerly related how much he was looking forward to visiting the top of the tower and taking in all of Paris at once. However once we got in line to take the elevator up, Hitler started to get cold feet. David and I looked at eachother: Oh Hitler!
Instead we simply admired the tower from the ground. A little embarassed, Hitler now tried to feign as if he never wanted to go up the tower in the first place. "Only as Frenchman," he scoffed looking at the structure, "would build something so utterly without purpose! So garish!"
Later that evening Hitler wanted to go out drinking. We found a lively bar in the Mont Mantre district that was to his liking and ordered a few rounds. David and I kicked back a few mugs of frothy goodness, but Hitler kept downing them one after the other after the other! Adolf 'The Tank' we call him! By the end of the night he was off his face! I saw him at one point chatting up a cute blonde in the corner (not sure if he scored her digits or not).
We headed back to the hotel around 4 A.M. Hitler was wasted at this point, so David and I each put an arm around him to keep him standng up. On the walk back he puked three times! "I'll never drink again," he groaned. David and I looked at each other once again. Suuuure you won't Hitler, suuure you won't.
In the end we had a great time in Paris. (lolz! the guy in that hat! lolz!) It's always fun with Hitler! I can't wait until next time! Hitler is already planning it out. He says that this one should be a special treat because it is his hometown! Austrian countryside look out! So be sure to join us next Monday when David fills us in. Until then, auf wiedersehen!
click on the above image for a closer look at the GoodfellasThe first thing Hitler wanted to do when we arrived in Paris was visit the Eiffel Tower. He was like a little boy, bubbling with excitement. To David and I he eagerly related how much he was looking forward to visiting the top of the tower and taking in all of Paris at once. However once we got in line to take the elevator up, Hitler started to get cold feet. David and I looked at eachother: Oh Hitler!
Instead we simply admired the tower from the ground. A little embarassed, Hitler now tried to feign as if he never wanted to go up the tower in the first place. "Only as Frenchman," he scoffed looking at the structure, "would build something so utterly without purpose! So garish!"
Later that evening Hitler wanted to go out drinking. We found a lively bar in the Mont Mantre district that was to his liking and ordered a few rounds. David and I kicked back a few mugs of frothy goodness, but Hitler kept downing them one after the other after the other! Adolf 'The Tank' we call him! By the end of the night he was off his face! I saw him at one point chatting up a cute blonde in the corner (not sure if he scored her digits or not).
We headed back to the hotel around 4 A.M. Hitler was wasted at this point, so David and I each put an arm around him to keep him standng up. On the walk back he puked three times! "I'll never drink again," he groaned. David and I looked at each other once again. Suuuure you won't Hitler, suuure you won't.
In the end we had a great time in Paris. (lolz! the guy in that hat! lolz!) It's always fun with Hitler! I can't wait until next time! Hitler is already planning it out. He says that this one should be a special treat because it is his hometown! Austrian countryside look out! So be sure to join us next Monday when David fills us in. Until then, auf wiedersehen!
posted by david at 10:24 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home