My little brother (who has actually always been taller than me) is in Europe this summer with his university. I can’t wait to hear more details about the story but it goes something like this…
Conversations abound before the trip about whether or not they’ll run with the bulls. Arrive in Austria. Friends skip class and head to Spain. Stay behind, plan a different, more tame weekend excursion. Go to class. Feel lame. Toss and turn the night before the event. Can’t take the thought of missing out on a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Wake up at midnight to book the flight. On a flight the next morning headed to Madrid. BAM.
That’s him in the middle – Nike shirt and American flag shutter shades. RUNNING WITH THE FREAKIN BULLS YALL! That’s dangerous. Way to go, Jonny!
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