scrooge goes to europe

now that i have been so unequivocally nominated for the "cheapest son bitch on this trip" award allow me to retort in my defense. it all boils down to the relationship between the quo and the pah. you see the three lending institutions that i am so undeniably beholden to account for the vast majority of my monthly income. this depressing fact renders me, yes, broke as a m.f.ing joke on a most regular basis. if i were financially capable to throw euro after euro at this trip believe me i would. that excuse being said i will do my best to pull my weight. thanks to whom ever it was who posted that oh so luscious picture of the german lasses swilling spaten. unbelievable. so if there is anything that i can provide (excluding a suitcase full of cash) that might expidite this whole venture please do let me know. peace. fletch