I asked Matt if he wanted to get a picture of the four of us in front of Sydney’s most iconic (and played out?) edifice.
he said, and now I’m not even kidding, “a picture? nah…that’s not really why I travel.” In the inimitable words of Gob Bluth, “COME ON.”
While I see that I might be starting a war here, I should for the least admit that I may or may not have taken a buck-toothed native home from a bar last night. I didn’t <i>want</i> to do it, but I suppose I was infused with the domineering spirit of The Fourth Of July.
Stars and Strips FOREVER, motherf**kers.