martedì, marzo 31, 2009

It's a pornography store, I was buying pornography

You know what I love about Germany? The porn. I love that I can stumble back to the a 30 euro hotel high and drunk, switch on the television, and there's porn right there. It's so civilized. But it's only Saturday nights/Sunday mornings, apparently. I know, because both nights the conference was running I cut out the company drinking around midnight, went for a smokey walk, headed back here to watch some nice porn on my nice big plasma television from a nice comfy bed, and there was no more porn. I had to watch MTV instead. And that was so fucking bad that then I had to read The Making of the English Working Class, because that made me feel more pornographic than MTV. MTV made me want the human race to come to a full stop. But anyways, I love the porn.

There are a lot of other things I love about Germany, that will come out when I'm not writing in the Grand Hyatt's business centre anymore.

2 commenti:

Baywatch ha detto...

i found the worst European porn in the stalls just outside the Vatican. and by worst i mean best.

wait a minute. no qualms about confessing love for krautporn in the Grand Hyatt's business centre, but concern about something else?

whatever could it be? the hash? the imbiss? the snuff flicks?

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

Oh, it's time constraints more than anything else. If they didn't kick me out for smoking reefer they weren't going to kick me out for writing about how I love to watch Germans fuck each other.