Okay – this is the LAST note on Brazil, I promise. I am off to NYC for the weekend and that ought to be good for a laugh or two (provided I don’t run into any trash-can fires). But i thought i would include some last random thoughts on Brazil:
It turns out I have a Brazilian ass (They actually get ass-augmentation in Brazil because they value a big backside. I signed up to be an ass donor).
Barry Manilow songs are not as popular in Brazil as we may think.
Wow – that’s some yellow water in that country…no replacing the vodka in the mini-bar with THIS stuff.
Brazilian delivery boys can carry ANYTHING on a freakin’ push cart. I STILL do not know how that guy got that live pig on there, but he was making better time than I was.
Every where you go, Brazilians ask you about Hillary & Obama…and oh yeah, “Eliot Speetzer”. No wonder they think Americans are insane.
When Brazilian men do the samba, they look like the gayest men who could beat the crap out of you.
They will sell you anything on the beach. I ordered a sweater from Land’s End while working on that base tan of mine.
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