Sleepy Saturdays: Vacation

It’s Sleepy Saturday, and we’ve reached the fourth and final post of the all week blog theme on my vacation (Here are parts 1, 2, and 3 in case you missed them). The end came so fast. I’m almost not ready to let it go. However, we must move on to other pastures. We cannot stand idly by as the world moves on. We must  continue, we must rise, we must triumph!

So to mark the end of this beautiful theme on vacation, I give you pictures and movies from some of the best vacations ever had by man.

Laying by truckWhat a great vacation spot! Don’t you remember being on the road with your parents, seeing something on the side of the road, and having to stop and check it out? What better than a tipped over coal truck! Free futons and pillows to boot! Sweeeeeet.

Awesome vacay picThe worst? Don’t you mean… the best? How can you put that label on sailing through the tropical ocean on a fucking dolphin!? Not only that, but the bitch in the front is like, “Hey, look! No hands” and shit. Just try and beat that. Try.

Vacation Coffee ComicThe age old tale of forgetting something incredibly important that you had to do while already on the vacation. This specific example would definitely call for the cancellation of said vacation and quick return back to Shanksville.

The GriswoldsLast, but not least, we have this joyful bunch. Which one of you doesn’t know what this photo is of? I loathe you, by the way. For those who do, congratulations. Of course, it’s a photo of the Griswolds of National Lampoon’s Vacation fame; hands down the best vacationing family of all time. Proof:

Don’t fuck with Chevy Chase.

And that wraps up our week! I hope you enjoyed the vacation! Tune in next week for some brand new Madness!

Catch you later, folks!

-Maxim

America is Under Attack… And I Know Who’s Doing It

Welcome to part 3 of my vacation series! Have you been keeping up all week? I’m sure you have! Many of you know that last month I returned to my home sweet home in the beautiful United States, but what you probably didn’t know is that I also invited the girl who likes to call me her boyfriend. She happens to be Japanese and it was her first time out of Japan. How exciting, right? No, I was naive.

Everything seemed to be normal. We were havin a great time seeing the sights, driving around, shopping, and taking cute pictures with way to many peace signs.  But I soon realized that soon after we would leave an area, some strange sort of destruction would occur there. This kept happening over and over again, and I had begun to grow very suspicious. Listen to this…

For the first couple of days we drove up to see Niagara Falls. It was a beautiful place. Yet the next day, for the first time in decades, a Japanese college student fell fell into the river over the falls and to her death. They haven’t found the body. I mentioned it to my girlfriend and she told me that people slip and fall on wet rocks all the time, this just happened to be on the side of a large waterfall. Curious.

Next. We spent the rest of our trip in New York. We had a great time. Until finally it was time to go home. We take off in an airplane, back to Japan. I returned home and soon after, the east coast has its first major earthquake in 50 years. I mentioned this to her as well. She told me that the east coast was due for a large earthquake, and it’s nothing to be scared of. “In Japan, we have earthquakes everyday, pussy!”, she boasted. Very curious.

And finally yesterday, yet again another huge natural disaster is on its way up the east coast. A once in a century, category 4 hurricane, which promises to be one of the most damaging and expensive hurricanes ever, and we just happened to leave just a couple of days ago, again. Coincidence? I think not. I was under the impression my girlfriend was a Japanese spy tasked with the destruction of America. Evil bitch.
Japanese Spy

Under the guise as her loving girlfriend, I entered her parents house (aka Ninja central) yesterday evening. I was looking for evidence of the terrible things she may have done, hoping not to find what I sought. What I found was worse than I could of possibly imagined.

The Japanese girl who fell in Niagara? A defecter who took asylum in the states years ago, feeding the US with information on the the movements of other covert ninja operatives in North America. My girlfriend made short work of her, though. Attaching a small slip gel dispensor on the womans shoes covertly, she patiently waited until the girl was taking photos next to the falls. Using a remote device, she dispensed the super secret Japanese engineered gel. The rest is history. She won’t be causing my girlfriend any trouble anymore.

How about our trip around New York and the surrounding area? Reconnaissance. We drove for countless hours in the countryside. Now that I think about it she was always holding this device which looked deceivingly like a cell phone. In actually, it was a geological surveryor, which could detect weaknesses in faultlines. After our departure from the states, the Japanese governement used the information she gathered for their secret underground plate shifting resinating wave. The resulting earthquake caused destruction to some of our most beloved monuments.

And the most recent and dangerous blow, in motion as we speak: My girlfriend had mentioned several times over the course of the trip that she was a “rain woman”, a cursed soul who causes rain to fall whenever they are walking around. It did rain a lot while we were there, but I just played it off as bad luck. Little did I know the Japanese government had actually developed a weather changing device. My girlfriends third and most calculating task was was to test this device for their master plan… creating and setting loose a massive hurricane to destroy the most populated city centers in the US. The category 4 hurricane is on its way as we speak.

How had I been so naive? My girlfriend had been using me all along. I was a tool in the an attack on my homeland, the likes which had never been seen since 1945. She brought us Pearl Harbor 2. How could I ever forgive myself?

Who knows what other diabolical schemes she and the ninjas have up their sleeve…
Banzai!

So, yeah, my girlfriends a spy, a fucking ninja. Hot!

The Drunken Subway Encounter

I feel like the older I get, the more I do things that can get me into trouble. I’m not talking about dumb trouble, like where you pimp slap your girlfriend for a very valiant and valid reason, and she won’t talk to you for a week. That’s easy to get out of: a nice firm smack on the butt and the good ol’ “make me a sandwich, beautiful” does it every time. Yeah, not that. What I’m talking about is the kind of trouble that can get you in jail (see Getting Out of Fights) and/or on the sexual predators list. So of course, being me, literally the day after I arrive back home I do just that.

I give you… the Drunken Subway Encounter.

Touching the Leg 1
Touching the Leg 2
Touching the Leg 3
Touching the Leg 4
Touching the Leg 5
Touching the Leg 6

Just tell me how lucky I am that this woman didn’t start screaming that I was sexual assaulting her on the train? She actually didn’t say anything… she probably liked it for all I know. I always get out of these situations completely unscathed. How do I do it, you ask? I get that a lot. It’s more simple than you think…
My Pilgrimage
Perhaps, though, I should start being more careful. Next time I may not be so… wait, what am I talking about? I’ll be fine.

Did You Miss Me?

Bear sucking faceHello lovelies! I am back from my vacation and am ready to put our little cove of madness back into gear full time. It was almost a month ago when I raced out of this hell bent, radiactive country known as J-Land, and went back to the land of mashed potato mountains known as America Town. I know that many of you were at the brink of giving up all hope of my return, but here I am, in the flesh, with over 15,000 miles added on that meter that records distance, whatever it’s called.

Oh yes, fresh back from….fresh…yeah….came back…just a couple of hours ago…uh huh…crap. I’m sorry, I can’t do this anymore. I got to come clean. I’ve been trying to be totally honest with all of you throughout this entire brain probing blog experience and If I start lying now, who knows where the truth eating will end. I’ve actually been back for three days. Three entire days. I’ve been sitting here, sleeping, laying down, drinking excessivly, with all the time in the world, and I hadn’t even thought about filling in you, my lovers. I’ve cheated you all of three days of awesomeness, and I feel down right bad about it. I hope I haven’t lost your trust.

So, to make it up to all of you, for the rest of this week I will be updating everyday until Saturday. That’s right, a new awesome anecdote related to my vacation, or just some memory being home reminded me of. Should be absolutely amazing. So, look forward to it people, you’re in for some fun!

Just to tie you over here is something awesome I found at home.

Jesus Truck

I love America.

Going to a Faraway Land

On Vacation!Hello my loyal readers! Summer has come. Are you enjoying it? The sun, the babes, the bugs, the pollen, the humidity, the BBQs, the sweat, the beach, and the burns? All that great stuff. Well I certainly am! And for a teacher, summer means only one thing… SUMMER VACATION! Woot, woot! I’ll be leaving the land of the rising sun and going back to the great nation of… my home! Which by the way, rocks the house all night.

Unfortunately, what that means for you is until August 20th, Maxim’s Madness will mostly be out of commission. I may give a small update here or there, may even do a full, hard core entry. Then again, I may not! Depends on how awesome, or not awesome my vacation is! But, I will keep my notepad open and record all the awesome experiences that find their way to me, so I can tell you everything when I come back. And believe me, there will be stories. Epic stories. In the mean time, be sure to check out Maxim’s Madness from the very beginning! I’m sure there’s been a couple of awesome posts you have missed, or just want to read again!

So until I return, as we say in Japan… Poop bam baloon, or Good Bye!