When a Broad Goes Abroad

I’ve had my fair share of misadventures overseas, most of which occurred before the age of camera phones, thankfully, or I’d be penning these tales on the ass of my cellmate with a stolen pen.

One of my favorite humor writers – a woman I believe will be a household name one day – is exploring the great terrain of Sweden. In her stead, she asked me to write  a post at her site. Clearly she was in the midst of a packing frenzy, straining to figure out how to cram 12 ounces of Pert Plus into a 3 oz clear container.  I am so thrilled to have been given the keys to Wendi Aarons place even if I must surrender them once she has had her fill of meatballs.

Though I may have had duplicates made.

Please travel over. No passport required. Though definitely get your vaccines.