ZOLTAN GRANTS YOU A WISH! I WISH I WAS BIG!

Zoltan was a cabbie we met in Budapest who upon learning that Sush was a doctor proceeded to tell us about his battle with testicular cancer. We were all pretty sauced up so it made for an interesting and funny conversation or at least I thought so.

ZOLTAN: I have de ahhh cancer of (points at crotch)

BOYS: Of the foot, of the penis, testicles.

ZOLTAN: Yes, yes testicles.

SUSH: Oh man that's horrible. Like Lance Armstrong. Lance Armstrong is my hero man.

ZOLTAN: Yes, yes like Armstrong. But now it's okay.

SUSH: Lance Armstrong is my hero man.

ZOLTAN: Yes but Lance he has the best doctors. I have no money for this.

SUSH: Yeah you're right man. Fuck Lance Armstrong! You're my hero Zoltan. Did they have to cut one of your balls off?

ZOLTAN: Yes but it's okay. You know I have a wife, I have two sons and I have a mistress.

BOYS: Woohoo! Go Zoltan! You da man!

ME: How old is your mistress?

ZOLTAN: She is phifteeeee......

BOYS: Woohoo! Go Zoltan! You da man! Zoltan still got it! He has a 15 year old mistress! (I have no idea why we were cheering this)

ZOLTAN: No I think you misunderstand she is fifty not fifteen.

BOYS: Woohoo! Go Zoltan! You da man!