So this painting inside the Lourve. The face in the towel is creepy. My Mom thinks its suppose to represent John the Baptist. It kind looks like its going to start speaking. Spooky, spooky.

A lovely view of those pesky narrow Paris streets. I don't understand how folks drive around this city.

The sign above this hallway said Arcade. Lies! It was nothin but stupid antique shops, not a coin up in sight. I wanted to play Street Fighter, Dammit!

This was us being drunk in Paris. Me and the girls (The BB's female companions from the island) were enjoying our waiters company. I don't remember taking this picture at all.

The infamous Double Ice Cream Cone! See? They do exist.

This was a chair we found in the Erotic Muesum in Berlin. 'These are my ovaries, please come inside.'

The BB shows off his massive tool.

Doesn't he look smashing? So much so that while we were in this shop one of the male workers kept flirting with the BB. I couldn't tell at all; my gaydar was completely broken in Paris. All Frenchmen are flamboyant to me

Ooo, Casanova.

Inside the Pirates of the Caribbean. Arrrrrrr, let me out of here ye swab!

I think about here I totally freaked out. There was a huge incline that we were being pulled up on and I don't remember that part at all in the states. I thought it was going to be some freaky drop (it wasn't) but still I had a nice panic attack. Because the BB loves he didn't laugh at me. Too much.

It's a small world after all....

It's a small, small world!

Mmmm, beer. Ignore those onlookers my sweet. It's just you and me, baby. Just you and me. Oh, yeah.

The Eifel Tower at night. Either it started raining or my camera lens is really dirty. I can't remember which, probably both