Today in Budapest, I took a taxicab with a little sticker in its window saying “AmeriKab”. Just to prove that this was an authentic American-style taxi, the sticker featured a photograph of a cab surrounded by mini-skirt-wearing beauties toting machine guns.
And, er, that’s this week’s something interesting in its entirity, since I’m writing this from an obscenely expensive pay terminal in Budapest. If you need an additional fix of my writing, you can head over to www.devincible.com, where you’ll find an article on “9 Ways To Kill 173 Minutes That Will Be More Pleasurable Than Watching Oliver Stone’s ‘Alexander.'”