American Bobsled in London

(bite your fucking tongue before you start to make a fergie joke...)

sup everyone. your commando is off on special assignment right now, but i've taken a few pictures that give you a feel of the local flavor without disclosing my top secret location. shhhhhhhhh.

miss you all back in the states. i'm blasting my stones throw podcast and drinking johnnie walker green label (only $46 at newark duty free!) so as to not miss you too too much, but its hard. and not cause i'm watching porn like three times a day. sup stamina.

things are just super here. the language is much easier to learn than say french or spanish, so that's cool. and no i haven't had fish and chips yet, but i've still got five days to go.

that being said, its late here so lemme leave you with some photos....(annnnddd, this is news to who?)

(fellas fellas, i put my pants on the morning, one leg at a time, just like you....except, when i do, i make gold records)

(if the colenol finds out, he's going to be PISSED)