Well, we're in Europe. My original plan had been to title this post "Ich Bin Ein Frankfurter," since we flew into Frankfurt and I thought it'd be kind of amusing to paraphrase President Kennedy from some 50 years ago. But it turned out it really wasn't all that amusing. We spent last night in Rothenburg, Germany which was settled in like the 1100's. Are you shitting me? Today we drove our rental Opel Miriva down to Roetta, Austria which is in the Alps. Here, say it with me: Roy-tuh. There you go.
Anyway, we checked into our hotel and went out onto our balcony, and it turns out there's a goat farm right out there. One of them looks just like the goat I featured a few posts back, before the tattoos and piercing. Right after we got out there, a couple of them started answering nature's call. Welcome to Austria and the Alps. In fairness to the Austrians, it did get Vulva a little revved up. But she's always had a bit of an agricultural bent, so that's what I attribute that to.
That's it for now. I'll try to check in again in a day or two.
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First, this appears to be a rather unique interpretation of nature's call. Second, I think we've heard quite enough about V and agriculture.
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