Searching for the Supermarket

After the Asians got kicked out of the cafe, we hit the coffee like no tomorrow. Sucked in to them. Stupid inconsiderate bitches. They think they can come to this island and run the place. They should all be shot one by one by the waiter for disturbing the public.

During our coffee break, we make a decision to keep searching for Johnny's supermarket. Don't ask me why. Its something we had to do. I'm telling you its this bloody island. You start doing weird things.

Wandering around town we come across that bloody bakery from last year. The bakery screwed us over and practically sent us bankcrup last year. We spent over $20 at that bakery last year for a handful of biscults that tasted like pedros's shit.

Feeling frusturated by this we walk past a store that has gay magazines spread out. This is when I get the maddest idea to buy a gay magazine, to rip out pages from and mail it back to people in Sydney for a laugh. Thoses inconsiderate people in Sydney need to suffer and what better way. Nagasaki starts throwing a tantrum that I shouldn't be harrassing our friends at home. To hell with that. They should all suffer for making me suffer for years. I get talked out of buying the magazine and distributing it to the lunatics at home.

Next stop was this store that had theses amazing sculptures of the island. Its beyond me what we were doing stopping at all theses places when we were supposed to be looking for Johnny. We walk into this store and we see this awesome sculpture of a typical Mykonos house with all the details to it. Thinking this would be something great to take home, we ask the guy how much it is.

The guy responds by saying "Its very cheap". We get excited thinking we should buy one each. We ask again how much exactly when he blurts out 60 Euros. We practically choke on his words. Thats almost $120 AU for this sculpture. We can't leave the store quick enough.For fucks sake why don't you ask for my kidney mate? We wait for the guy to turn around before we bolt out of the store. Its beyond me why we didnt rip it out of the wall and run out with it seriously.

After this shock we bolt into the nearest alcohol shop to only discover a gigantic dog looking after the store behind the counter. We walk around checking out the alcohol with no service attendant only this fascinating dog ready to serve us behind the counter.


I wander how the hell this dog would put our sale through?