I was in Poland once. I went there to murder Lech Wałęsa. I was paid by the Bilderberg Group to make it look like an accident. But when I got to Poland I landed in Bielsko-biala, and this blond girl gave me some vodka and I ended up spending three weeks in her parents place eating dry toast and drinking vodka with the three generations of the family that lived in the one room apartment. When I finally found my pants and was able to leave, I wandered into a Solidarność rally and since I had no tangible political affiliation at the time, joined their cause.
I marched side by side with Lech, and considered him a brother until he made a move on my Polish blond. Rather than murder him where he stood and collect the second half of the 3 million dollars the Bilderberg's were paying me, I kissed him on the lips and said, "Goodbye comrade, you can have her," stowed away on a Quantas flight to New Zealand, and from there crewed on a tuna boat that was sailing to California.
So, welcome. You sound real rock and roll. Like, screw the parents and school. That's good work. Keep it up. We've never seen the likes of you around here.
