Max Turbo Ices Crime

Well fuckers, nobody is commenting on my blog anymore, I'm drunk and in London, UK, so here you go. If this doesn't wake you up, this blog dies..

It was a sad time. It seemed like every Polish person over the age of 30 was out to make my life hell. In the grocery store, in the opticians, and in the streets, I was met with short tempered rudeness.

"What are you doing here"
"The line starts over here"
"A bike? Here on this street? You asshole"

It was the Poland I anticpated, the Poland I had dreaded. Rude, communist style service, anger for no reason, irritabilty to no end. And then, one day, after returning home from the ice cream parlour, a drunken bum in our neighbouhood asked us for money. When I didn't answer his, ignoring his drunken slurring, he insulted us, unbeknowst to Criagio, and then proceeded to harass women in our neighbourhood. Well, Craigio's honour is something that Max Turbo defends, something that Max Turbo cherises...so this ensued. Enjoy it in regular speed, slow motion, and then super slow motion. Listen for the sounds in slow motion, and the expressions of extreme concentration in super slow motion...