Tolon Tolon

Reunited again, Dave and Jean stared lovingly into each other eyes.

"I've missed you soo much, " said Dave, to which Jean romantically replied...

"Where's my present!?!?"

Dave had spent many hours looking round shops in Pamplona for the perfect gift. It was hard. Alot of cake and clothes shops, but cakes would get smashed and Dave had better chances of bringing home a winning lottery ticket that picking the right clothes.

What else was there... Dvds, videos, T.Vs, teddies, dolls, dog food, a communist flag and a pile of russian dolls... nothing seemed right.

Finally he found it. The perfect gift. A BOTTLE OF ALCOHOL!

This was exactly the same thing that he had brought back from Italy, which meant either Dave was incredibly boring or implied that he really believed his wife was an alcoholic. Both of which were true, but neither was the true reason.

IT WAS IN A COW BOTTLE! WITH TWO LITTLE COW SHOT GLASSES! IN A COW BOX! It was sooo cool.

It's name was "Tolon Tolon". Dave had no idea what that meant.

He probably never would.

Jean liked it.