International Crime Syndicate

Three countries, one day.  Luxembourg, Belgium and France.  Oh, and, before we get too far into this... I didn't blog yesterday, so this is for then and tonight will be today.  Right?  Ok.  Of course, further blogging is dependent upon whether or not Interpol finally catches up with us.  We may or may not be wanted in two separate countries for theft.

Our crime spree started in Hautevillers, France.  It was a champagne tasting gone wrong.  We tasted, we bought champagne, we left.  Our crime?  We didn't pay our tasting fees.  But if stealing champagne is wrong, I don't want to be right.  Next, we brought the thunder down on Luxembourg.  What was some sort of miscommunication in paying for our meal turned out to be good ol' American dining and dashing.  Our only choice in evading capture was to run for the border.  And if we couldn't find asylum in Belgium, at least we could find waffles.

Before we're taken into custody, I'll leave you with photographic evidence of our day:

Thefted Kir Royale.  Is "thefted" a word?

I did not pay for this tomato.

If we can make it over this bridge, we're in the clear.

Acting like tourists to evade the po-po.

Gadzooks!  A fortress!

Contemplating our escape...

A train, suckas!!!

We could have had something Claude Luxembourg.  Alas, my poor choices have left our future in ruins.  Au revoir!  But, there's this topless b*tch giving me the evil eye.  She'll prolly put out.

FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDOM!!!!