Marr wraps up his Rome adventures with Jeremy Fish.
whadup ya'll. mo' rome... it's kind of a large one so go take a dump while it loads.

they sell bottles in three packs in romelandia. i'm not much of a pesimist but in this case, the six pack is half empty.

welcome to rome, martin. this here's a geeze bag friend of ours from the states that stayed with us for a bit.

me n' dewd lurked at the colosseum drinking some beer.

these torture devices were added to the colesseum fairly recently. they make people line up in front of them for hours on end only to be smacked in the balls or vagahole when they pass through. nice one.

then martin proceeded to piss on some old ass shit.

and not too long later... pissed on some not so old shit. sorry kids, i had to edit this one.

hahahahahaha! true story!

spy...

vs. spy.

we went to see the monestary of the capucine monks. i forget exactly what their deal is but they basically decorate these rooms below the church with all of the skeletons and bones of past monks. it's pretty dark in there and you're not allowed to shoot photos so most of the ones i took are blurry. sorry bout that.

even the ceiling is decorated.

more ceiling.

this says 'what you are now we used to be; what we are now you will be'. creepy awesomeness.

the church upstairs complete with escaping monk ghost.

fish making the italian hand sign that means 'damn this thing is sick and it looks like i hand painted it myself'.

eat.

and drink.

and eat and drink some more not long later. emiliano's busting out the italian hand sign for 'hey guiseppe, we need more beer!'

hell yeah dewd. way to scoop up a nice one before you even have a hair on yer balls.

then eat some more later. allesondro's rad.

simone is also rad and owns the gallery where the show was at.

dinner party.

beastiality, also way up there on my radness scale. i remember my first threesome.

then drink some more. bo and matteo are super geezers. you think they skin?

aw, hell yeah!

they even like to talk about how much they like to skin. and on a side note, it's pretty cool knowing people read yer crappy blog on the other side of the world hole.

homo. i saw quite a few cock fags checking out other dewds at the internet points. i think he's looking at a site called wood. totally gay faggot.

i remember the first time i choked the priest.. i certainly wasn't perusing the interweb looking for dewds.

speaking of boy touchers.. look how creepy holy man is eyeing this little dewd. i'm sure he's thinking 'someday you will be able to fit both my nuts in yer mouth, amen'.

roman broom technology is right on par with their internet technology... behind the times.

there was a pre-show collector viewing thing (or something like that). i believe these two fancy pants were doing some shopping.

then an after party at paulo and domitillas house complete with a fancy spread, butler/service type o dewdz and plenty o wealthy guests. me and martin walked in holding the roman equivilent to forty ounces and the first thing i did was yell 'va fan culo!' to everyone (it means go fuck yourself). it was quite a gas, lemme tell ya. i had a small 'i would like to hide stuff in this girl' type of crush on the one in the middle of this pik. i talked to her for about a half an hour then wandered off to shoot some photos. the next time i saw her, she pointed at me from a safe distance and said 'yer fuckin crazy'. hmff. so... no, i didn't play hide n seek with her.

this here is nicola. i forgot to mention that there's gonna be a book coming out next year with all of the work fish did for the show (and some extras), mirai's portraits of fish, and a grip of photos i took while we were there. nicola is doing the design and layout for it. it'll be for sale on umbrella market and a bunch of other places.

i couldn't figure this out. at first i thought it was someones vomit in the bidet but then i realized it was some seashells or rocks. is that fancy for 'our bidet is currenlty a seashell display so don't wash your scumbag ass in it' or 'we know you are a dirtbag so we installed an extra butt nugget filter for you'?

kalli (also know as swoon) is fackin awesome and has really really small feet. check out martin after having moved onto cocktails. yeah dewd, go.

bottle gut. this photo reminded me of one of fishs shirts.

snappio! bo skinning up hard in what was likely a very non-smoking section.

martin putting the zzzzzzz... back into bzzzzzzzdtt!

that there is paulo on the right. i don't have many piks of him even though i thought i took quite a few. this here was his party and he is the geeze bag that will be putting out the book (called rome-antic delusions). thanks again for all yer radness, paulo!

a bit of a 'pick our asses up' to get us home. i drank the one in the middle with the spoon in it.

i don't remember if i brought up the shower problem in our apartment.. so if i have skip this part. this is a photo of our backup shower. the normal one would typically have hot water for about two minutes then ice cold switching back to hot for a minute.. then just freezing water. when this happened, you had to go into the kitchen, climb onto the counter, onto the fridge and hit a button on the water heater to get hot water again... or use the mexican shower in the sink. roman technology yo.

me and martin went to see the inside of the colosseum and he spotted this free baby out front (it's a real dewd). italy took it back going through customs or else this blog would be a partial classified ad. yes, in the 'babies for sale' section.

on the way in, this dynamic dumper was attached to a saucy broad and standing in line in front of us. unfortunetly, it went the same way we did once we were inside and i wasn't able to look at anything else for the first half hour.

damn, these dewdz get around.

dewdz have excavated the ground level (death area) to reveal the paths of doom that the gladiators and animals and other missle anus people used.

i've become kind of obsessed with shooting photos of tourists... here's some..

here's the rest of that ass wearing the bergay. looks nice from the front too.

tourist douche.

super tourist douche with the obligatory american can of coke.

i don't really know what's up with this one. a preist talking to some scotsmen about how rad banging little boys can be?

next we went to the vatican where, apparently nobody wearing neon pink lederhousen are allowed in.

i believe that's god on the right with some of his many yes men in the backround.

shit's cool looking inside. those religous people sure do put on quite a show just to get some boy cock.

people rub this statues foot for good luck or good health.. or whatever. it sounds pretty ridiculous but if you think about the fact that these people also believe there's a dewd hanging out in the sky that 'made them', is watching their every move, and controlling everything that happens.. foot rubbing's not all that weird.

the plaque under this painting said 'i'll take that one. he's got sexy boy tits. lets bring him up this hill and takes turns fucking his virgin ass!'

went to a strip club that was right off of via tasso (badger street).

it was called the office. i've never been in a club that was so dead. i'm not really a fan of strip clubs or strippers so it didn't matter much.

a 'white rocks' t-shirt.. so racial.

art show time.. that means free beer.

papik!

this is also made of half of papik.

yet another fan of the blog in a far away land. nice one, dewd.

thanks for everything alice!

jeremy and his mom.

kelli has proper robot technique.

we smoke bombed.. tired and drunk, waiting patiently for a taxi attack.

done.

thanks to all the geezers in rome, here in sf and all you reader people all over that really help tie my blog together. don't be a cunt stick (deep fried style).. come back soon. {moscomment}

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