"We have 200 couches where you can sleep tight"
Interpol must have a big house. Must be expensive, considering NYC estate prices.
It's just occurred to me that despite spending a year in America, I neglected to pass on the secret of the KitKat straws to the New World. This is obviously a tragedy which must be rectified at the earliest opportunity. Like now:
What You'll Need:
A KitKat (chunky works best, but in a pinch the old 4-blocks are good)
Instructions: Take the KitKat and bite both ends off. Place one end in the cup, and suck the drink through the other end. Delicious goodness. But don't suck for too long, or else the KitKat will melt and fall into your drink. This Is A Bad Thing.
What? Why is everybody looking at me like that?