Here's me and my buddies, Kensington Steve-O and bartender Daniel, at a Kensington Hotel looking and actin' like we're in the holiday spirit and stuff, but we're actually just drunk; we really dunno' what's goin' on. ha.

A Texan and her penguin smoke a Cuban in England.

This is Badz Maru kinda' cockeyed ( : P) in front of the “Texas Embassy” restaurant offa' Picadilly Square in London. Notice the curious, red, licorice-stained double-decker vehicular apparatus in the background. They were plentiful in this strange land...

Badz is held hostage by an English Red Sox fan... actually, this is my friend Chris, who likes to drink a lot (ha ha)

"'Dogs'... 'Pigs'... 'Sheep'... Why didn't Pink Floyd do a song called 'Penguins'?", Badz wonders...

I finally found it! David Gilmour's house. My hand resting on Sir David Gilmour's doorknob... now all I need is the courage to open this door (and maybe get arrested...)

Here's me doing my "Tony Montana" impression on David Gilmour's lawn directly in front of his houseboat. Do you think I scared him?