I've been informed that this time we will not be taking the Sexy Scion to our destination, but shall rather be relying upon air travel. Personally, I'm not looking forward to flinging myself willy-nilly through space...let along having to undergo the indignity of x-ray machine security scanning. I tremble with revulsion just thinking about it.
We'll be visiting some sort of magical kingdom ruled over by giant mice. As you may recall, I've seen my share of oversized rodents before.
The handlers assure me that it's the "happiest place on earth". All I'm saying is, if I have to put up with being stashed in an overhead compartment for 3 hours before being subjected to the oppressive rule of my mousey masters, there darn well better be beer involved!
Oh, there is beer? Well, all right then!
WOOT! Bo rides again!
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