Thunder slalom!

Well, today the unworthy traveler's weather app really showed off!

The path seemed clear today to finally let the noble Bretons experience olfactory sensations and delights.

Like a fat ox, with a lot of metal in his nose, he was dragged through the ring today, so that the dear angels can hit their target and aim directly at the fetid lad's head.

But no!

Except for a few drizzling sprinkles, everything was avoided today because the traveler had his eyes in the sky rather than gazing into the bushes.

So the route was extended several times when it was obvious that the apocalyptic riders were just executing their work on the horizon, defiling the landscape with wind, water, lightning, thunder, and ice.

As a result, the planned 430 kilometers turned into 492 ass-steel training sessions, which are slowly leading to the degradation of my velvety, silky gluteus.

So no more a light smack on the bottom to induce erotic sensations, nowadays it probably takes an Indiana Jones whip to create a subtle, sharper tingling sensation on my rock-hard coccyx!

That's how it is, my dear readership, BOSAMO needs the trained, firm hand of the gentle, sensual, captivating, feminine side!

Today, he only got off the rig once to go shopping and slowly fill a book…

He's filling a book?

With ignorance?

With his mental brain farts?

With perverted drawings?

No!

The clueless traveler bought a book to press and dry flowers in it, he just thought it couldn't hurt and officially became a flower rocker.

It could also be a nice gift for someone, after all, it contains flowers from many parts of Europe, collected over thousands of kilometers, picked by my benevolent hand!

P.S.: I'll chop the ears off anyone who points out my mistakes!