We heard Pag is a party island like Ibiza and
Mykonos. True.. but what we didn't know is that all accomidations are booked up months in advance. So when we arrived by ferry down the Croatian coast, we spent about 10 hours looking for a place to stay. Nothing. We did find some guy killing, skinning, and gutting a pig for lunch. We were desperate and started asking random people if we could stay with them. We offered to pay, clean, cook, whatever it took. No takers. Then, Sizzle asked some slutty looking older
woman selling books on the street. Matt wanted to smash, but when she turned around, we realized that she had a bigger adam's apple than he did. When we told her/him we'd be willing to stay in her kitchen, she said "actually, i have a bed in my kitchen." So we stayed in the tranny's kitchen that night and partied at the clubs on the beach. They were as wild as Ibiza. Matt and Sam ended up hopping in a boat and paddling out to sea. We had also made a friend that night, Centi. Centi had a hundred
legs, was about 6 inches long, and hung out in our shower. The next day we partied at the same beach clubs and got our Tao Beach on. The pool parties were packed and the beaches were gorgeous. Later, after a nap in the tranny's kitchen, Sam woke up from his comfortable sleep on a pool raft with some form of hives. We think he was allergic to either pool rafts, transvestites, or centipedes. We had fun in Pag, but needless to say, we were ready to get the hell outta there. So we packed our stuff and booked it at 5 in the morning without saying bye to Tranny or Centi. Well, Centi tried to come with us; we saw him sprint across the bed and try to jump in Gordy's backpack.
Mykonos. True.. but what we didn't know is that all accomidations are booked up months in advance. So when we arrived by ferry down the Croatian coast, we spent about 10 hours looking for a place to stay. Nothing. We did find some guy killing, skinning, and gutting a pig for lunch. We were desperate and started asking random people if we could stay with them. We offered to pay, clean, cook, whatever it took. No takers. Then, Sizzle asked some slutty looking older
woman selling books on the street. Matt wanted to smash, but when she turned around, we realized that she had a bigger adam's apple than he did. When we told her/him we'd be willing to stay in her kitchen, she said "actually, i have a bed in my kitchen." So we stayed in the tranny's kitchen that night and partied at the clubs on the beach. They were as wild as Ibiza. Matt and Sam ended up hopping in a boat and paddling out to sea. We had also made a friend that night, Centi. Centi had a hundred
legs, was about 6 inches long, and hung out in our shower. The next day we partied at the same beach clubs and got our Tao Beach on. The pool parties were packed and the beaches were gorgeous. Later, after a nap in the tranny's kitchen, Sam woke up from his comfortable sleep on a pool raft with some form of hives. We think he was allergic to either pool rafts, transvestites, or centipedes. We had fun in Pag, but needless to say, we were ready to get the hell outta there. So we packed our stuff and booked it at 5 in the morning without saying bye to Tranny or Centi. Well, Centi tried to come with us; we saw him sprint across the bed and try to jump in Gordy's backpack.
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