Broken Vodka Bottles

Tuesday morning.

Good morning family, bros, and friends.

Today I awoke rather early, pounded some water, and proceeded to post pictures of last night's great success. Paul and I introduced an ATO Alumnus to Quaffing and several chicas. After the broken bottle incident where upon Paul dropped a 1 liter of vodka on the ground due to a broken bag and douch Serbian (who kept talking smack about America and Microsoft, almost beat his face in...) we managed to remedy the situation by buying yet another bottle of vodka and consuming it with all due haste. The first quaffs of London occurred last night, and many more to come bros.

As we all know, quaffing is the most efficient and effective form of consuming alcohol. However, bros know that it is not the ONLY way to consume alcohol. Today I will attempt to unravel the cheapest and best way to get "pissed" as the local blokes call it here. Pub hopping, though fun, is expensive.

Today marks the first day of bro hating classes. Not too excited about attending a class when I should be slaying local slampieces. We all know Euro chicks love Americans, especially American bros. Therefore under the philosophy of profit maximization (or slayingus maximus) I must pursue these euro women. Besides who wants Euro dudes with V necks that go down to their abs? (saw this yesterday in awe, the biggest V neck in the world. fact)

Keep it fresh bros.

To the Family, doing well, having fun, trying to save money, and overall enjoying it.

Doug Fresh OUT

Merry Ol' England

Hello bros, friends, and family members.

Yesterday was a very long day. After Denver, I landed in Toronto where the most heinous unbro thing happened... Ghana scored then second goal over the US, ultimately winning them the game later. The Canadians cheered at this. I believe this is an act of war on all that is holy and bro.

Then it began, the hop across the Atlantic. I proceeded with dinner on the flight, where a beer was served with the meal. I had the choice between Heineken, Coors Light, and some other unimportant beer. Bros, of course I chose Coors Light, I also proceeded to shotgun said coors light in the flight attendants face. She gave me two more Coors Light for the act of said shotgun.

Paul is saying lets go get breakfast. Will write again. Peace out bros.

Landed in Denver

I awoke to 3 phone calls from my parents, an alarm, and text message. I felt that was sufficient to start the day off at the wonderful time of 4:00 am. This sacred time, I've usually seen on the latter part of the day, not the earlier. However, Brosef Johnson picked me up and drove me to the airport like all good bros in the world do for their good bros.

Again, thank you Johnson. Plane ride sucked, middle seat is like being caught between the two most inconveniencing truths. The first truth being that you can't see the damn window to wave at all the hot chicks you see from 37,000 feet in the air (obvi bros). But second, if you need to utilize the facilities, some bro hater is blocking you out. Thankfully, that was the only middle seat I have for the rest of the trip I believe. Met some surfer bro meat on the plane, seemed to like to get pitted and hang out at bonfires.

Next stop Toronto.