See you fucks on the flip side
Unknown man with his ventriloquist doll.
Nightmare juice for Seth
Nightmare juice for all
Free Pursy Riot
Not as good as the Face Value face, but an acceptable second attempt
I knew this wouldn’t get past the copyright checkers but I had to try.
The guestbook at the Phallological Museum had some gems
You’d think she’d know better than to email me when I’m on vacation.
The Icelandic Phallological Museum is probably the only museum in the world to contain a collection of phallic specimens belonging to all the various types of mammal found in a single country.
Iceland Day 1/2
Had the sweatiest plane ride of my life, which is saying something, but luckily I was passed out for the whole thing because I learned how to roofie myself with 3 beers and chewing a non-chewable Dramamine. I even missed the drink cart.
Took a nap and an amazing shower at our hotel, which is called Klopp. They have some sort of picked fish at the breakfast bar and it’s really good.
Ventured out to explore Reykjavik and ordered a donut that I thought initially looked like a Viking ship but actually looked like a vagina. Stopped and got a hotdog, which is the only word I’ve managed to learn in Icelandic.
If you peer down the side streets you can see a volcano, which just blows my one-time-geology-major mind.
Went into a few record shops. Very nearly bought a Kenny Loggins album but Chris side-eyed it. Still might go buy it later.
Now we’re at a Beatles themed bar, where the bathrooms are labeled Lennon and Oko. I am drinking Viking beer and this place is full of old men, and they’re playing Phil Collins’ greatest hits. They played “Easy Lover” twice in a row. I would like my ashes scattered here, please.
Chris and I are going to Iceland for the long weekend!
I was emailing with my parents about our plans and mentioned that I want to ride one of those wee, furry Icelandic horses. Lenny replied with a picture he drew in MS Paint of my horse running into a volcano.
I’ve never felt confident with the phrase “set the bar low” because I’ve maaaaaaaaaaaaaybe pictured said bar as a limbo bar for my entire life. I’ve always wanted to correct people and say, “Don’t you mean you’d set the bar high if you want to make it easier to accomplish?”
I JUST realized you’re supposed to jump over the bar.
I am 31 years old.
My mom emailed me a blurry picture of Lenny in a Snuggie.