When we last saw our heroes they were cruising off into the sunset with nothing on their minds. Well Harry was a little concerned with the fact that he had had sex with an old lady countless times. He'll live though.

    Harry was starting to get a little concerned about Highman's health. He would wake Harry up in the middle of the night because he wasn't feeling well, and kept puking in the glove box. So Harry did what any person would do in that situation. He shot the sheep. ~I shot the sheeep, but I did not shoot the deputy~ Now that was taken care of he threw him out the window and drove off into the sunset.

    He was starting to get a little bored with his journey, nothing new was happening to him. Mostly because he was in Ohio and aside from O.S.U. on Saturday, life was pretty bland. After a quickie to visit Mary he decided to go some place far away from here. Where would you go if you could go anywhere in the world? Hawaii? Puerto Rico? Alaska? Colorado? Kentucky? The depths of hell? Teays Valley? Cancun? To visit your mother? Your father? A dead sheep? Or Canada?

    Once in Canada Harry stopped by a small store to pick up an English to Canadian dictionary. He looked up how to say Hello. Hello~~Ay!. Where is the toilet?---Ehh uh uhhhh? He was getting along just fine. He decided to check out the sites and figured he would go to the most famous part of Canada. So he went to France.

         Harry decided he wanted a sense of purpose on his journey so he went to the leaders of France and offered to go on any quests to save princess's they had. Once he realized he didn't speak French, and they didn't speak Canadian he decided it was a dumb idea anyway. He went home to Ohio and went to a kegger instead.

    Harry had learned something in Europe. No matter what language you speak, how much you shave, or what sex you are. Nobody seems to mind you are having sex with a sheep if you are drunk.