Violent Pillow

I forgot the name of the area, but we went to this one shopping “hideaway”, I like to call it, where it was full of ex-pats, fancy shops, art galleries and cool stores that had pandas on them. Yes, Deborah and I bought these said Panda shirts.

Here is Deborah trying on a dress to make her look even more Asian than she already does.

She WOULD haunt us abroad.

This guy had a pet bird. A freaking bird. The bird didn’t fly away. Crazy. I stepped on it and killed it.

We went to this one place to get foot massages.

My masseuse was BLIND.
His arms were like the wings of an angel. AWESOME.

Deborah and Justin didn’t have the same opinion as I did. Here Deborah has her feet in what she described as LAVA. At one point Justin turned to me with only pain on his face, managing to cry out a pitiful….ggaaaaaabbbeeeee. His feet were actually hurting the rest of the week. Such. Vaginas.

Bunny ears and MacDonald’s are the only thing that made him feel better.