So I was thinking just now, about how much the Grand Canyon isn't such a cool place. I mean, yeah, it's a big frickin canyon, but when you've seen it so many times (I have been there about 12 times, and half of those, where in one year) it just loses it's appeal. I don't know why, but all Germans seem to have heard that Texas was big, and that there was a big canyon around the area as well. That about does it for Southwest lore from Bergnerzell. Anyway, it must be a lot like saving the world. Sure, the first few times you do it it's cool, and you take pictures, and the whole thing takes a few pages to fully resolve itself, but then, around like the fourth or fifth time, it's like a routine. You don't really remember any of it, you wonder why you are doing anything, or even what the bad guy from Tron was called. My point is, the only great thing about that damn canyon is that if you pushed Jacqui off of a couch into it, her ass would still be on that couch for a long time. Damn Gazelbo, those things live in Africa not Arizona. Sure they might like the ice tea at first, but then it's all sticky and there are way too many asian people wandering around getting eaten by the lions that should also be in Africa. Hey, if I can put a gazebo and a gazelle together, and then throw next to whatever canyon I want, or compare them to whoever's ass I want, then I can damn well also put asians inside ice tea bottles.