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Published: February 14th 2006
We took a train to Munich from Rome. It took about 10 hours but it was well worth it. Our train was sold out and jammed packed full of people trying to get to small ski towns that are in the Italian Alps. Once we got past the main ones it was smooth sailing from there. Trey and I had a whole cabin to ourselves the rest of the way to Munich, which was trough the Austrian Alps which are some of ...
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Justin Jarrell
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I got your voicemail at 5am, buddy.
How's it hanging? What are you doing in Turino? I'm incredibly jealous of that hockey game, man. I hope you're cheering the Americans with the full force of the RET. It seems in these pictures, though, that your European peers are outdoing you in rowdiness. Little do they know. Little do they know. I expect to see you standing up on tables in future pictures. You are the pinnacle of American rowdiness, and the best we have to offer in that regard. You have a good time, you're loud, but you are not arrogant. You must prove to the European beerdrinkers (especially the Germans) that we can hang. You must pursue this mission with the determination that I've seen on top of Hamburger Barn tables. Remember that you are not only just drinking for a good time, you are drinking for your country!