here's da last stop on our tour. berlin, yo.

this is the final part of our tour o' zurich and germany. it's been a while since my last blog but you should be able to catch my gist in your mouth or on yer eyebrow. there's a grip o' videos so feel free to skin up while they're downloading.

nice one.

the drive to berlin sucked.

it rained like two motherfuckers and we got pulled over on the autobahn. it turned out that marcus broke some weird rule about how fast you can go in a certain lane depending on the speed of traffic in another lane (maybe). if that wasn't enough, the cop-doosh gave fish a no seatbelt ticket (even though he was in the back seat), and in germany you gotta pay that shit in cash on the spot. freakin anti-semites.

we needed some food before we crashed so we ended up at germanys equivalent to mel's diner... cause it was open.

this thing is called a 'meter o' beer'. i saw one earlier on our trip but didn't order it cause it wasn't the right time. there were 3 jocks chuggin away at one when we walked in and i figured it might be my last chance to get one, so i did. the deal was that i thought i could handle one by myself since i am a 'prost'fessional.

when i ordered the 'meter o' beer', the waiter thought i was joking when i told him we only wanted one glass. after repeating myself three times, it happened.

we ate shitty food... and i drank.

and drank.

and drank..

but after my 6th pint, i couldn't do it anymore. here are my excuses; i was tired from the drive, i did the pot (which i don't do too often), and i drank some beer before we got to the spot.

the best excuse of all... annoying american chicks.

testified. berlin was the first and only place we had a couple o' days to check shit out.

we went to the holocaust memorial the next day.

i was fascinated by how many kids were running around, having a great time. i don't think anyone told them they were dancing on the grave of 6 million dead jews...
or maybe it's encouraged. here's a brief tour o' berlin.

one o' the germs explained to me that the name birgit (bridget in english) originally meant 'girl who gives beer'. combine that with marijuana on the right and you have the perfect threesome.

we came across a peugot dealership with some spaceage cars and those highspeed pepper grinders.

marcus chatting up birgit and marijuana.

i tried to look at the fecal when we got back to the hotel but i got this warning. how they knew i was a fucker is beyond me. work time.

sun up.

done.

in the hotel room, there was a channel that showed girls getting naked in a soccer goal. as they stripped down, they would make their way onto the field until they were completely naked.

this was on too. pre-show dinner.

martina cooked us up some pasta. she is juergens regular vagina and quite an awesome lady.

lorenzo also pitched in. he's an italian geezer so he knew his was around a pan o' sauce.

dinner table.

i forgot to get piks of the show other than this one of an early nike version of fishes shoe. it happens.

it rained like 16 muthafuckas. post show piks.

we took a boat tour down a river (the spree river?) the next day.

martina and juergen.

patched up bullet holes from ww2.

fish taking in the sites.

caution; spb reppin on low bridges.

looks like sf's yuppie mobile has a doppleganger midget in europe.

fish found one of the best schnitzel spots in germany but i don't remember what it's called.

i remember my first forced entertainment.

check out the hi-tech digital fare display in the rear view mirror. last full day in germany.

spb on the berlin wall.

i tried to get an interview with this dog cause i thought he might be german but he blew me off. after a few beers (and off camera), he described his great grandfathers involvement in ww2 (which including the murder of 3 jewish dogs) and told me he was ashamed of it. he also stated that he had no ill will toward jews and still couldn't grasp why there was such hatred to begin with.

poor jacob and salome were two of the victims.

i learned pretty quickly that almost all germans (excluding people i didn't meet; just cause there aren't any absolutes) share the same opinion as my new german dog friend. by this i mean that they have no relation, what so ever, to hitlers genocide and i got the feeling that everyone i met there was sick of people bringing that shit up. my guess is that it'd be similar to someone coming to the u.s. with a full realization of how fucked up our slave days were while wondering if we were all still into it.

there were a bunch of buildings that still had bullet holes in them. some were plugged up with wooden blocks.

last night drink fest.

later for you germany.

we showed up 2 hours early for our flight.

layover in belgium = stella in a can!

killing time on the plane ride home.

fredlock continues to be awesome by giving us a ride from the airport.

i've got some shorter, easier to read blogs on the way.
thanks for reading.

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