A few years ago, I was in Venezuela visiting my dad's family. Grandpa's health was failing, so we took the trip to visit him before he croaked. Towards the end of the stay, one of my dad's friends wanted to treat us to authentic German food, so we visited a German town in the mountains outside of Caracas. For some reason, those crazy Krauts decided to settle at a pretty high altitude. There was a foggy mist that hung up in the air up there, so I did what anybody would do and spontaneously punched it. It was cold and damp, not at all as inviting as the media portrays them. But that cloud was a little bìtch. It just stood there and took it, so I won by default.
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Jan 22, 2013