took a carpool to Berlin after waffles to visit sam, played board games all damn night drunk on scotch that I poured into my fruit bowl, and huddled courageously, the three of us under a single size duvet, while sam wrestled with his own recalcitrant inflatable. What is it about German air filled things? I’d hate to own a pool in this place, because it’d be frozen right now anyway, so I’d have crap uninflated rafts and a giraffe on my pool shaped ice cube, and I’d wear a speedo that, due exclusively to cold, would appear rather uninflated as well.
