^ That was what I was alluding to for comedic effect... it may or may not be true.
What happens in my undercrackers, stays in my undercrackers.
Today I shall mostly be taking the passport office to Gordano Services greasy spoon and hooker hang out.
Chaeng Wattana immigration to pick up my approved Non O for the next year.
There at 7am to gte my que ticket (207 with 1-200 being pre-booked) and in and out in 30 mins when the doors actually opened.
went lst month and it was a scrum, this time fine.
off to Punjab Sweets tomorrow in Pahruat; 1st time in donkey's years.
we won it at wemberlee
we on it in gay paree...
Inside the moat for the first time in two years.
Lots of places have been re-purposed and/or renamed.
'On The Road' bookshop is now two shops.
The first is a pizza joint. They helpfully have photos of their pizzas on the window.
They won't be doing that for long.
The second shop sells souvishite.
I was surprised that Wawee Coffee had also thrown in the towel at that excellent site they had near Wat Praa Sing.
Funny how you have cutting putdowns lined up about something which, about seven years ago, I said I would never consider doing.
Got any about making a living from tightrope walking that you hope will upset me?
You idiotic drunk.
But what will you do with your mountain of jizz stained Jackie Collins and Enid Blyton books you cockwomble.
^So uproariously funny.
How on earth do you do it, time after time after time after time?
Anyway, 3 points in the bag that twisted alco numpty doesn't like.
yesterday I was on the worst roads in the world - 5 hours to traverse 100 klms - riding zebu is not fast
but in transit , I picked up some food , which is now freshly cooked and waiting to cool
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If you torture data for enough time , you can get it to say what you want.
Slipper lobster - Wikipedia
different names all around the world - oz they are called moreton bay or balmain bugs - in french I think it is sigal
my favourite crustacean
Ah yes had some moretom bay bugs good tucker
Inspect the picnic rug for hairs. Don't want to get off on the wrong foot.
A lady from Scotland brought the Scottish weather with her for our Tuesday tryst.
I went for a Mexican themed picnic.
The rain attracted an entourage of slugs which feasted on the soggy doritos and were strangely engrossing to watch if not quite as beguiling and romantic as the baby swans I had promised the good lady.
A strange and eerie light crept across swan lake as the sun tried to break through the rain towards dusk. I think that kind of light can only be called gloaming as in roamin in the gloamin.
But my fanny magnet batteries were suffering from water-logging. She stayed under the umbrella with me in the rain until it was almost so dark we could hardly see each other, but my vague mentions of the possibility of warming up by the BBQ firepit did not get any bites, so it was strike 2 for the new motor.
You should write a book Loops!
Confessions of a dodgy landlord
Was it a good night down at the local car park Chitty?
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