"You are as queer as a three dollar bill." -Geoff, June 5, 2006

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Jason, where the hell are you? We called you and reached your voicemail. We called you from England you bloody wanker. Geoff and I are about 15 drinks deep. We hope that you can match that when you arrive. To sum up the night, Geoff just performed a jig at Mulligan's. Five 50+ women were quite enchanted, and Geoff could have had his pick of the litter. I also just paid about $100 for a dinner at the Gaucho Grill. The name stolen from the US, of course. Petal (a.k.a. Alice) was our server. Food was awesome. Why Petal isn't here right now chilln' with us is a mystery.

Manchester is an unbelieavble city. I visted gay Old Trafford today. United is a bunch of fagues. Arsenal, or should I say the Royal Arsenal or THE ARSENAL, are the greatest football club in the history of our planet. Gooners forever!

I depart for London tomorrow. I expect a smashing time. It's hard to leave Manchester. At least I'm going first class. As I speak, Geoff is passed out on the living room floor. Our jackets are a hit. We've worn them everywhere, and America is being promoted quite well.



Jason, Geoff likes the girl that works at the Ox. She's cool. Serves a proper pint of bitter. That is a nice thing.

Alright, time for bed. I leave for London early. Jason, don't be a wanker and forget to send us a photo of you-know-who.

El Americano