Brewers vs. Nationals in Washington D.C.

I didn't know who Jose Artigas was. It turns out the he is a national hero of Uruguay and is the father of their revolution towards independence. Anyone who is part of any revolution is all right with me, so we removed our hats to honor him.

That last page was a little inappropriate, so you would think that I would rectify that by keeping this page clean, right? If you said yes then you don't know me at all. As we passed by the building housing the Department of the Interior, I wondered aloud if they were responsible for making sure the carpet matched the drapes. That is what I think they do. Are you to tell me that I'm wrong?

It was getting late but there was one more building of historical significance that we still needed to check out - President Obama's Crib, also known as the White House. Do you think that he pimped it out? I mean, there have been a bunch of old stuffy white dudes living in there since the joint was built. We decided that Obama is cool enough to allow us to Start the Revolution outside of his living room. Isn't that why we elected him into the White House? Because he was going to bring about change? What better way to welcome change than the Revolution.

There are fences up all around his house, so you can't walk up to his door and ding dong ditch him or light a flaming bag of dog shit on the front porch. Plus I'm pretty sure that there are Secret Service agents around with guns if you tried. So the closest that I got to the door was by using Carol Zoom. It is a pity I had to resort to doing that.

I don't know which door is the back door and which one is the front door, but we walked around the entire property to see the building made famous in the movie Independence Day. TP was being a real bitch, so I had to go old school and ask someone to take our picture. And for that I am so ashamed. That belongs in the song.

The only way that this picture could be any more perfect is if President Obama himself was hanging out of the window waving as I snapped it. The lighting is perfect (which I can't take credit for - that's all you God) and it's framed perfectly. Not to toot my own horn or anything...

The more often you wear a sombrero, the more that it becomes a part of you. So much to the point that you and the sombrero are one and you forget that it is there. Like in this attempt to take my picture in front of the White House. What White House? Ed Zachary.

After reviewing the last picture and cursing my sombrero for getting in the way (and immediately afterwards profusely apologizing and showering it with make-up gifts) I took another picture that comfortably allowed all three of us to be in the same frame. After that I made Kevin stand in front of the White House so I could take his picture. He probably didn't like a drunken asshole bossing him around, but at this point I'd like to think that he was used to it. That doesn't mean that he should stand for it, but I'm bigger than him damn it! He will listen or else!!