If Bill Gorton was a taxidermist

Bill Gorton would probably make ridiculously ironic stuffed animals if he ever decided to become a taxidermist. He would also probably come up with most of these ideas while drunk. (Picture taken on the Uni German trip)

We walked down the St. Martin Strasse on a chilly June evening. The road split into two. One road was surrounded by small shops. The other had mostly hotels and restaurants. 

"We are smack dab in the middle of tourist central."  Brigitte pointed to the shops. "Better pull out your wallet because we're expected to pay some big bucks here. Garmisch doesn't pull anything over on me."

We walked on.

"Here's a fun tourist shop," Brigitte said. "Want to buy anything? Perhaps a stuffed hare?" 
"Come on," I said, "You can't seriously be buying into that tourist trap."
"Suppose they're hiding drugs in in it," Brigitte joked.
"Whoever made it was probably on those drugs," I said. 
"I want one," said Brigitte, "Just one winged bunny. And it even smokes!"
"For 50 euros? Hell no."
"Think of what it'd mean to have one though. You pay for their drug addiction. They give you a centerpiece to scare the neighbors." 
"It'd probably scare customs more than your neighbors."
"Fine. Have it your way. Doomed to a life of mediocre decor. Don't say I didn't warn you."

We walked on.