Boring. Got into cab at Heathrow and wasn’t given a firearm for protection by the driver for whatever reason. Rented a car later and they didn’t have any lifted trucks. None of the cars could even roll coal!

I went to go and insult random teachers on the street, and people didn’t join in with me and threaten their lives. They even defended them! Needles to say that made me even angrier I wasn’t issued my standard citizen firearm.

In France, no one spoke English even though I spoke loudly and slowly. Naturally, I told them to go back where they’re from. I poured oil on the ground and lit it on fire as a signal for other patriots, but sadly I was alone.

The one thing I liked about Europe was how they talked about and treated immigrants. Closest to home I felt during the whole trip. How disgusting and evil immigrants are was the one conversation where I could see who the real Americans are over there.