Madreed
Shalom friends. Welcome to a blog about some cool dudes doing stuff. Happy reading. Madrid — The Second of February, Two Thousand and Eighteenth Year of Our Lord We touched down in Madrid in the early evening, meaning we weren’t going to eat dinner for another 4 hours. We bided our time in a bangin Air BnB in Malasana, a 2 bedroom flat with almost no hot water but 7 nespresso thingies and some tide pods which both made for great mixers. The stain remover goes really well with bourbon. As the night matured we finally ventured afuera and were treated to/forced to enjoy shots of absinthe by a local friend. Although it looks like those delicious juice boxes you'd get with your Lunchables, they are not as analagous as one would like. Without correlation, later details remain hazy but the night's venue played an Auschwitz advertisement in conjunction with a 2004 Enrique Iglesias music video. An old man/street promoter also showed us his nipples...