Victoria took on the GGC as usual, but as happens regularly, her unique humour took over and we got this amazing storyboard. It was too good not to share with you. 😄
So here it is.
" Looking for a proper place for the nice orange top of GGC 34 I decided to make a little trip in search for a sunny place, in where the colors could be appreciated.
What a better idea that taking the train, and relax enjoying the landscape running in front of your eyes?
Well, just an advice: don't try to play Di Caprio standing in the front of the machine shouting, "I'm the king of the world!" if you are not sure that your huge arse won't get stuck in the chimney...
The railroad personnel were very dedicated and they removed me not without effort and invited me to go away and never come back.
So there I was, hitchhiking at the side of the road, when this lovely farmer saw me and picked me in the back of his truck.
The picture shows me waiting for him to come back after the police arrested him for driving an stolen vehicle...
When I got convinced he was not returning I started walking decided to get my wanted sunny place, then I spotted this lovely bicycle loaded with cheeses and breads.
I looked around twice and jumped on it, and after a few minutes I arrived to this garage in where I stopped to use the toilette, and some guy approached to my bike saying "girl, you won't go too far in this, but I tell you what, give me the bike and 2000L and I'll give you my truck, is quite a deal."
I couldn't believe it, so I said YES!, he took the bike, the money, and said "I'll go for the papers, the truck is around the building".
Here you can see me waiting, eager to tell him that I was not sure that truck could take me anywhere...
Tired, no money, and being late, I said What The Hell, and decided to get my sunny pictures anyway... so there I am, that rusty roof was sooo comfortable!!!
After returning home and taking a shower (a long one), the night was showing up, so I thought that was a great chance to explore my feline side - and hit the alleys with my fellow kitties. I found one immediately and asked him for a nice place to hang out.
I was convinced that I spoke kitteh properly (with accent, I must admit), but soon I realize that the cat didn't understood or the arshole
trick me, but the place was not what I was expecting...
With no much choices on the table I said "oh what the hell..." and I walked in decided to show some good show to the visitors.
That lasted 12 minutes, until the owner came and kicked me out to the stairs, with the stupid argument that my fat arse was ruining his business...
Long story short, I got depressed, moody and with alcohol at hand... what proved to be a bad combination. "
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