Forgot to mention we are testing out a new truck, the biggest one we could get our hands on.
Easy-peasy, moit.
Bordeaux didn't have shite worth picking up, so we swing around Paris, the city of rape and bad odors, and pick up a new load.
The Polish want some French
semen yogurt, so we are going all the way to Warsaw.
To get there we have to drive through the treacherous forests of Germany.
Going to have to speed up my lorry through this part here if I'm going to make it through in one piece, yeah.
Pedal to the metal, 120 km/h, dodging those dumb cunts who drive too slow for German roads and leave them behind to get eaten by the natives.
In the distance there behind the greensprouts you can spot a gathering place for Germanoids, dangerous place that.
Finally, civilization again, we barely made it by the skin of our teeth.
Domove, sladký domove.
No other city I've seen so far has featured billboards.
Now, the grand finale of our program tonite. As I have been driving this shipment to Warsaw we sent Hammond to the same place by the postal service, who has arrived first?
When you are in Poland it is important to show who is boss, so always drive above the speed limit.
Here on the right we can see a big and expensive polish hut, only the richest of poles who have worked top jobs in the UK can afford to live in those. The top 1% can expand their hut to make room for a based black man or a gay lover.
Here we can see some rustic polish charm, be sure to close the ventilation in your car so that rustic charm doesn't find its way up your nose.
Almost... There... Sum polish drivers tried to off me on the road, probably being drunk as usual, but I managed to fight them off.
Stuck in traffic right outside the city, now it's time to take the gloves off.
Concrete, 'ery nais.
Marking my territory.
Here we are, as it turns out Hammond got lost in shipping and was sent back to England. Not only did we arrive first, roight, but we also made mad dosh.
... that is until you detract some things.