When in Rome...

I guess some people just can't share spotlight.

Please... please, yes, I'm sure you're keys are somewhere over there.

I guess I don't really need them any more.

I see London I see France... oh wait.. no that's just some girls underpants. Stupid imaginary international binoculars.

Just a bevy girls doing a conga line in their underwear, and I'm just creeping, no worries here.