Speedos, nazis and hiding painted rocks at the State Fair…

Missed me, I expect.

Remind me again, where did Mater and Pater and the butler take you?

Italy, mate. Sardinia to be exact. Beautiful and pretty swank, but, in typical European form, the natives took the piss a little. You know, “Here’s what you paid for, and you get bugger-all-else.” At one point, we asked the bar for some ice, and they wouldn’t give it to us.

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