If it has wheels I can drive it. Starting with a tractor when I was 10, motorcyle when I was 12, and over the years have driven a work bus on the logging roads of B.C. , straight 10 ton delivery truck, and four years cab driving. No accidents ever. None the less, can't get a driver's licence in China, the reason being the expiry of my Canadian licence whilst living in China.
When I first got my licence, at the time, after the age of 16 one could write a mickey mouse written test, then come back the next week do the driving test and ..voila.. you are a fully licenced driver. Because my licence had expired while I was in China, when I returned to Canada 2016 and attempted to renew my driver's licence I discovered that the rules had changed drastically. Since it had been more than a year since the expiry date of my licence, I had to go back to square one, which now entailed taking a government certified driver education course, then a year with a provisional licence (only allowed to drive with a fully certified driver), then do the actual driving test, then I could get my licence. Which weren't gonna happen, as I knew that I would be back in good old Chiner within the year.
No licence for me!
In fact, even if it ain't got wheels I can drive it. E.g. a business. Just give me management of any business, an watch me drive it ...that's right,....straight inta the ground. Easy peasy.
If it has wheels I can drive it. Starting with a tractor when I was 10, motorcyle when I was 12, and over the years have driven a work bus on the logging roads of B.C. , straight 10 ton delivery truck, and four years cab driving. No accidents ever. None the less, can't get a driver's licence in China, the reason being the expiry of my Canadian licence whilst living in China.
When I first got my licence, at the time, after the age of 16 one could write a mickey mouse written test, then come back the next week do the driving test and ..voila.. you are a fully licenced driver. Because my licence had expired while I was in China, when I returned to Canada 2016 and attempted to renew my driver's licence I discovered that the rules had changed drastically. Since it had been more than a year since the expiry date of my licence, I had to go back to square one, which now entailed taking a government certified driver education course, then a year with a provisional licence (only allowed to drive with a fully certified driver), then do the actual driving test, then I could get my licence. Which weren't gonna happen, as I knew that I would be back in good old Chiner within the year.
Look, bicycles kick ass. Not these faggy bikes in this article, but real bicycles. You can extend the racks, and slap all the gear that you need to live on yer bike. You can ride a thousand miles and not pay anyone a buck. Bikes are easy to fix, so ya bring the few necessary tools in case of mishap, and Bob's yer uncle. Dian dong requires a battery, thus need to recharge somewhere. Bicycle don't need that. Dian dong requires registration and licence plate with identifying number. Bicycle don't need that. Take it from me, from someone that has cycled around neimengu, and around England, with a tent and sleeping in farmer's fields, biking is the way to go.
Look, bicycles kick ass. Not these faggy bikes in this article, but real bicycles. You can extend the racks, and slap all the gear that you need to live on yer bike. You can ride a thousand miles and not pay anyone a buck. Bikes are easy to fix, so ya bring the few necessary tools in case of mishap, and Bob's yer uncle. Dian dong requires a battery, thus need to recharge somewhere. Bicycle don't need that. Dian dong requires registration and licence plate with identifying number. Bicycle don't need that. Take it from me, from someone that has cycled around neimengu, and around England, with a tent and sleeping in farmer's fields, biking is the way to go.
Ban everything. If people want fun, they can sit at home with VR headsets. Gods forbid that life be more than work and sleep, work and sleep, work and sleep... COVID will never be permitted to be brought under control, we know. So now, since the sheen's off that one, other balls must be sought to be busted. The dominant ethos hereabouts more and more is that of an invalids' asylum overseen by a querulous septuagenarian nun.
Well at least your not in Germany, where the new `Infection Protection Act' gives individual states within Germany the option of requiring unvaccinated persons to wear a publicly visible indication of their unvaccinated condition, that is, in schools, restaurants, and cultural institutions, unvaxed must wear masks, whilst vacinated are not required to do so. If you are not vaxxed, and are not wearing a mask, and cannot prove that you are vaxxed, you are liable to fines.
This idea sounds vaguely familiar, hm hm , where have I heard this idea before... ??
What made it worser, was that Mr. Song wasn't even Chinese. He was 300 lbs. of sculpted Texas-Panhandle beef suet. Think of a sumo-style Woody Harrelson.
Well I don't really see any statement of value, which would comprise `shaming', rather just a statement of fact, which can be evaluated and considered for its veracity.
What made it worser, was that Mr. Song wasn't even Chinese. He was 300 lbs. of sculpted Texas-Panhandle beef suet. Think of a sumo-style Woody Harrelson.
Perry Stalsis? He was the fourth grade bully in my school. Gave everyone lots of s***.
Yeah but then he and his brother Biff turned inta the muscle that had the Hardy Boys back when Frank and Joe was out searching for clues and spying on swarthy, slanty eye folk, east and west. Joe might be down Havana way, counting incoming flights of migratory birds, possibly with messages attached, scriven into their talons, and there was grown up Perry, stoping Joe from gettin stabed inthe backside by some swarthy Mexican senorita he had just ripped off for her services. These things do occur. Ain't ya got no learnnin?
By the way Beijinger, still waitin for the falafel update. We need lotsa more falafel info, cut the burgers, falafels where it at. Get on the influencer wagon, it is all falafels, till at least late 2023, early to mid 2024. Get yer sh&t together.
Look, can ya stop with this with this sweet maiyonasiy shit that is squirted on my pizza. Its hard to get a real pizza in China, at least where I live, then you get a half decent pizza will real pepperoni, but this white,sweet shit squirted on top. Cut it out. Pizzas are salty and fatty. Not fucking sweet. We got 3 things that rule this world: sugar, salt and fat (in its vavious concoction, Including oil) Sugara and salt do not mix. The evil fiend that that thought that pineapple, should exist on a pizza, is worthy of slow boiling in oil. Please don't put any sweet shit on my pizza.
Well, I am not a kid, by convential standards, niether a comedian, by convential standards. Nonetheless, I can let you into a lucky trick, I have used twice, once in a bumfunk town in Henan, once in Jiangsu,
When you, as a laowai, appear at such low rent hotel, and request admission, after you have already paid cash on Ctrip, and all your papers and visas, resident permits, etc., are in order, and up to date, yet they refuse you admiision, telling you that they cannot admit foreigners, just tell them that then you are going to go outside to sleep on the sidewalk in front of their door. Worked twice for me, not joking.
Look I just want a toasted ham and cheese sanmich, lotsa butter. Could add some bacon, tomato, cucumber, sliced avocado is also good, a little bit of Hunan hot pepper is good, don't care about lettuce, maybe a bit of mustard, dijon would be nice, but French's would suffice. Whole wheat real bread, even rye bread would be dandy. Every day 6:30 am. At my door. 好不好？Get on yer stick, lickety split.
some thoughts On peristalsis.
I am aware that not a few articles, here on the Beijinger, are concerned with the consumption and provision of food. Concerns about particular, or peculiar, or novel, flavours, aromas, and textures abound.
So then, though it be true that certain scents of food a cookin, herbs, spices, sauces, and additional etc, send signals to the primate (and other) brain that induce salivation, that is, acceptance by the mouth for food soon to come. Greasing up the rails, ya could say.
Thereupon starts the process of getting chunks of food into a sufficiently sized bolus to get down the throat, sliding thus down esophagus into gut.
Now in the gut things really get a brewing, Mixed now with primarily hydrochloric acid (more complex that that, but let it be) the food bolus is turned into chyme, a semi-digested substance of food, you may call it.
And then starts the peristalsis, for if what has been consumed thus far has made it thus far, there is no turning back. If you have not puked yet, then the whole shebang is goin the full hundred yards until it is shat out the bunghole.
So into the duodenum we go. Good old pyloric sphincter has released your chyme thus. (by the way chyme is only second to chirm as my favorite, bestest words of all time).
Peristalsis per say now begins, Peristalsis is the consecutive constriction, and release of constriction which propels the mass of foodstuff through yer gut. Squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing. Sound familiar? No masks this week, must wear masks next week.
Anyways, in the small intestine, the walls of said intenstine are covered with villi (that's not a typo, that's yer Latin for ya) such that the total surface area of the intestines are massively big and hugemungeous, the purpose of such massive surface area being to suck every nutrient, fat, carbohydrate, and protein, and many etceteras, outa whatever you have ingested. Anything of value is sucked out to the feed the greater beast. Sound familiar?
The process of the movement of food through intestines is accomplished by peristalsis, the constant constriction and release, which propels intestinal stuff forward to its eventual shittedness, This process in inexorable once begun, One way, one result. All the good stuff is sucked from the `food' to contribute to some other body (or bodies) wellbeing.
Now there is an old saying `as above, so below' which (simplified) means that patterns in the world are manifest macroscopically and microscopically. Such that some people have proposed that `society' or `government' (whatever these things may be) function in a manner not dissimilar to our bodies in consuming and disposing of food.
By the way, whereinthe hell can I get a good falafel pita?
Beijinger get on it! We need some falafel news. !! Also real lentil soup, with cumin and 香菜。Lickedy split get on yer stick. Bob might just become your uncle!
Okay, so what can we argure about today. Shooting pool in bars it seems. Me and the mates we were off on the weekend, after a week of slogging it 10 hours a day in the horizontal rain, at maybe a few degrees above freezing. If ya were at a higher elevation it was called snow, which you weren't allowed to plant trees in. `Horizontal rain' for those that don't know is rain whipping at you sideways at about 100 km/hour. This was west coast of Vancouver Island, mid-Febfuary if I remember, about 20k outside of Gold River, west side of Vancouver Island. Now after a week of this duress, boss came up with checks worth last 30 days of our labour, gave us a 3 day holiday, and down to the only bar in town did we go., there to drink an shoot pool. There was only two pool tables to play. The locals were used to having both, but when 30 long-haired hippy freak treeplanters come inta tthey had to make a wee sacrifice. So for the course of the night everything was mostly amicable. A few bumped elbows shuffling aroung the pool table, but no manifest violence. Until last call, whole bar was being kicked out, when one treeplanter friend of mine mentioned that one of the local girls tits looked very nice, .... all hell broke lose. The local RCMP constasbulary, which consisted of 2 constables (Gold River only having about population of 5 thoousand) arrested 5 of us hippy freaks, stuck us in jail overnight, let us out next morning, no fines. So that's the news about shooting pool.
I was just watching Easy Rider. Rednecks sacrifice hippy freaks too. With rather little ceremonial though. Definiely low-church, they.
Well that was nigh on 30 years ago. And yaknow what yesterwhiles hippy freaks turn into, doncha?
Okay, so what can we argure about today. Shooting pool in bars it seems. Me and the mates we were off on the weekend, after a week of slogging it 10 hours a day in the horizontal rain, at maybe a few degrees above freezing. If ya were at a higher elevation it was called snow, which you weren't allowed to plant trees in. `Horizontal rain' for those that don't know is rain whipping at you sideways at about 100 km/hour. This was west coast of Vancouver Island, mid-Febfuary if I remember, about 20k outside of Gold River, west side of Vancouver Island. Now after a week of this duress, boss came up with checks worth last 30 days of our labour, gave us a 3 day holiday, and down to the only bar in town did we go., there to drink an shoot pool. There was only two pool tables to play. The locals were used to having both, but when 30 long-haired hippy freak treeplanters come inta tthey had to make a wee sacrifice. So for the course of the night everything was mostly amicable. A few bumped elbows shuffling aroung the pool table, but no manifest violence. Until last call, whole bar was being kicked out, when one treeplanter friend of mine mentioned that one of the local girls tits looked very nice, .... all hell broke lose. The local RCMP constasbulary, which consisted of 2 constables (Gold River only having about population of 5 thoousand) arrested 5 of us hippy freaks, stuck us in jail overnight, let us out next morning, no fines. So that's the news about shooting pool.
By the way don't messing with the noble Pynchon name, They was there on the ark with Noah, mucking out the goat holds and the serpentine enclosures, so don't ya go dissing them,
Today's Anglophone folks present a spectacle never seen in history: a people that prides itself on cultural promiscuity; whose only boast is that it is harmless. Something like an herbivorous chameleon.
So there we was, all sitting down at the cafe. Gino had taken on a pale greenish hue and was munching down on lettuce and broccoli. The rest of us were blowing smoke rings and contemplating the clouds, which where few and far between, being as it was, a crystiline, young summer's day. HairyMaryAnne sauntered by, and without permission, launched onto my lap and began squirming. Nick Serpento began calculating the horses, with the help of Timmy, whom was calculating the gait of ants and configuring their various symmetrys. Just then Alex, the Ugandan, dropped in, black as hades, Hairy Mary contiued squirming luxuriantly, Gino was turning a paler shade of white, Timmy was eating ants, for to better determine their leg structure as they trod upon his tongue, Nick was doing calculus based on Timmy's reports.. All in all just a normal day.
Now Alex, the Ugandian, says `look I hope I aint messin up your whitey party?!' Gino squints firmly. Hairy Mary gives him a peck on the cheek. I buy him a beer. Micky and Geza, just then dropped by, as well as Xaio Zhang. Now don't get me started on that scene.
Nice try. Not quite Thomas Pinched-one, but nice try.
Today's Anglophone folks present a spectacle never seen in history: a people that prides itself on cultural promiscuity; whose only boast is that it is harmless. Something like an herbivorous chameleon.
So there we was, all sitting down at the cafe. Gino had taken on a pale greenish hue and was munching down on lettuce and broccoli. The rest of us were blowing smoke rings and contemplating the clouds, which where few and far between, being as it was, a crystiline, young summer's day. HairyMaryAnne sauntered by, and without permission, launched onto my lap and began squirming. Nick Serpento began calculating the horses, with the help of Timmy, whom was calculating the gait of ants and configuring their various symmetrys. Just then Alex, the Ugandan, dropped in, black as hades, Hairy Mary contiued squirming luxuriantly, Gino was turning a paler shade of white, Timmy was eating ants, for to better determine their leg structure as they trod upon his tongue, Nick was doing calculus based on Timmy's reports.. All in all just a normal day.
Now Alex, the Ugandian, says `look I hope I aint messin up your whitey party?!' Gino squints firmly. Hairy Mary gives him a peck on the cheek. I buy him a beer. Micky and Geza, just then dropped by, as well as Xaio Zhang. Now don't get me started on that scene.
Nice try. Not quite Thomas Pinched-one, but nice try.
There is a bunghole down in Milwaukee. where folks joust about, talk abut Wittgenstien, rub elbow a bit, rub noses in the dog shit. Might be a secured community for you in sennescence. Walmart has a special on tomatoes.
[/quote]William Faulkner being queried by a reporter about his writing, quote `Are you drunk when you write this stuff?' William Faulkner's reply, `Yeah I'm usually drunk when I write, but sober when I edit', That second part causes me some complications.
Today's Anglophone folks present a spectacle never seen in history: a people that prides itself on cultural promiscuity; whose only boast is that it is harmless. Something like an herbivorous chameleon.
So there we was, all sitting down at the cafe. Gino had taken on a pale greenish hue and was munching down on lettuce and broccoli. The rest of us were blowing smoke rings and contemplating the clouds, which where few and far between, being as it was, a crystiline, young summer's day. HairyMaryAnne sauntered by, and without permission, launched onto my lap and began squirming. Nick Serpento began calculating the horses, with the help of Timmy, whom was calculating the gait of ants and configuring their various symmetrys. Just then Alex, the Ugandan, dropped in, black as hades, Hairy Mary contiued squirming luxuriantly, Gino was turning a paler shade of white, Timmy was eating ants, for to better determine their leg structure as they trod upon his tongue, Nick was doing calculus based on Timmy's reports.. All in all just a normal day.
Now Alex, the Ugandian, says `look I hope I aint messin up your whitey party?!' Gino squints firmly. Hairy Mary gives him a peck on the cheek. I buy him a beer. Micky and Geza, just then dropped by, as well as Xaio Zhang. Now don't get me started on that scene.
Nice try. Not quite Thomas Pinched-one, but nice try.
[/quote]There is a bunghole down in Milwaukee. where folks joust about, talk abut Wittgenstien, rub elbow a bit, rub noses in the dog shit. Might be a secured community for you in sennescence. Walmart has a special on tomatoes.
Today's Anglophone folks present a spectacle never seen in history: a people that prides itself on cultural promiscuity; whose only boast is that it is harmless. Something like an herbivorous chameleon.
[/quote]
So there we was, all sitting down at the cafe. Gino had taken on a pale greenish hue and was munching down on lettuce and broccoli. The rest of us were blowing smoke rings and contemplating the clouds, which where few and far between, being as it was, a crystiline, young summer's day. HairyMaryAnne sauntered by, and without permission, launched onto my lap and began squirming. Nick Serpento began calculating the horses, with the help of Timmy, whom was calculating the gait of ants and configuring their various symmetrys. Just then Alex, the Ugandan, dropped in, black as hades, Hairy Mary contiued squirming luxuriantly, Gino was turning a paler shade of white, Timmy was eating ants, for to better determine their leg structure as they trod upon his tongue, Nick was doing calculus based on Timmy's reports.. All in all just a normal day.
Now Alex, the Ugandian, says `look I hope I aint messin up your whitey party?!' Gino squints firmly. Hairy Mary gives him a peck on the cheek. I buy him a beer. Micky and Geza, just then dropped by, as well as Xaio Zhang. Now don't get me started on that scene.
Look I just want a toasted ham and cheese sanmich, lotsa butter. Could add some bacon, tomato, cucumber, sliced avocado is also good, a little bit of Hunan hot pepper is good, don't care about lettuce, maybe a bit of mustard, dijon would be nice, but French's would suffice. Whole wheat real bread, even rye bread would be dandy. Every day 6:30 am. At my door. 好不好？Get on yer stick, lickety split.
Another thing, a bit bothersome, is the concept of toasting bread and putting butter on it thereafter, is completely foreign to Chinese people.
Though I do admit there are a bunch of tasty things in China that I never ate before I came to China. Lao ganma la jiang, that is 老干妈辣酱， 红枣， 枸杞，藕，姑娘，the last of which I can't seem to find much of in the south, but had in abundance in dongbei.
Re: How to Get a Chinese Driver's License, as of Sep 2022
Re: How to Get a Chinese Driver's License, as of Sep 2022
If it has wheels I can drive it. Starting with a tractor when I was 10, motorcyle when I was 12, and over the years have driven a work bus on the logging roads of B.C. , straight 10 ton delivery truck, and four years cab driving. No accidents ever. None the less, can't get a driver's licence in China, the reason being the expiry of my Canadian licence whilst living in China.
When I first got my licence, at the time, after the age of 16 one could write a mickey mouse written test, then come back the next week do the driving test and ..voila.. you are a fully licenced driver. Because my licence had expired while I was in China, when I returned to Canada 2016 and attempted to renew my driver's licence I discovered that the rules had changed drastically. Since it had been more than a year since the expiry date of my licence, I had to go back to square one, which now entailed taking a government certified driver education course, then a year with a provisional licence (only allowed to drive with a fully certified driver), then do the actual driving test, then I could get my licence. Which weren't gonna happen, as I knew that I would be back in good old Chiner within the year.
No licence for me!
Re: “Lower Your Expectations” Next Weekend at Lily Ma’s...
Go kill it Lily!
Re: Throwback Thursday: When Gucci and Every Other Luxury...
Look, bicycles kick ass. Not these faggy bikes in this article, but real bicycles. You can extend the racks, and slap all the gear that you need to live on yer bike. You can ride a thousand miles and not pay anyone a buck. Bikes are easy to fix, so ya bring the few necessary tools in case of mishap, and Bob's yer uncle. Dian dong requires a battery, thus need to recharge somewhere. Bicycle don't need that. Dian dong requires registration and licence plate with identifying number. Bicycle don't need that. Take it from me, from someone that has cycled around neimengu, and around England, with a tent and sleeping in farmer's fields, biking is the way to go.
Re: Throwback Thursday: When Gucci and Every Other Luxury...
Look, bicycles kick ass. Not these faggy bikes in this article, but real bicycles. You can extend the racks, and slap all the gear that you need to live on yer bike. You can ride a thousand miles and not pay anyone a buck. Bikes are easy to fix, so ya bring the few necessary tools in case of mishap, and Bob's yer uncle. Dian dong requires a battery, thus need to recharge somewhere. Bicycle don't need that. Dian dong requires registration and licence plate with identifying number. Bicycle don't need that. Take it from me, from someone that has cycled around neimengu, and around England, with a tent and sleeping in farmer's fields, biking is the way to go.
Re: Beijing Considers Ban on Paddle Boarding and Other Water...
This idea sounds vaguely familiar, hm hm , where have I heard this idea before... ??
Re: Take a Look at Some of the Most Unique Mooncakes You Can...
Re: Take a Look at Some of the Most Unique Mooncakes You Can...
What's with the body shaming?
Re: Is a Hawaiian Burger Your Thing? Here's Where To Get Them
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Perry Stalsis? He was the fourth grade bully in my school. Gave everyone lots of s***.
Yeah but then he and his brother Biff turned inta the muscle that had the Hardy Boys back when Frank and Joe was out searching for clues and spying on swarthy, slanty eye folk, east and west. Joe might be down Havana way, counting incoming flights of migratory birds, possibly with messages attached, scriven into their talons, and there was grown up Perry, stoping Joe from gettin stabed inthe backside by some swarthy Mexican senorita he had just ripped off for her services. These things do occur. Ain't ya got no learnnin?
By the way Beijinger, still waitin for the falafel update. We need lotsa more falafel info, cut the burgers, falafels where it at. Get on the influencer wagon, it is all falafels, till at least late 2023, early to mid 2024. Get yer sh&t together.
Re: Bizarre Beijing: The Maiden in White
Look, can ya stop with this with this sweet maiyonasiy shit that is squirted on my pizza. Its hard to get a real pizza in China, at least where I live, then you get a half decent pizza will real pepperoni, but this white,sweet shit squirted on top. Cut it out. Pizzas are salty and fatty. Not fucking sweet. We got 3 things that rule this world: sugar, salt and fat (in its vavious concoction, Including oil) Sugara and salt do not mix. The evil fiend that that thought that pineapple, should exist on a pizza, is worthy of slow boiling in oil. Please don't put any sweet shit on my pizza.
Re: Kid Comedians Wanted for Fun-draising Event!
Well, I am not a kid, by convential standards, niether a comedian, by convential standards. Nonetheless, I can let you into a lucky trick, I have used twice, once in a bumfunk town in Henan, once in Jiangsu,
When you, as a laowai, appear at such low rent hotel, and request admission, after you have already paid cash on Ctrip, and all your papers and visas, resident permits, etc., are in order, and up to date, yet they refuse you admiision, telling you that they cannot admit foreigners, just tell them that then you are going to go outside to sleep on the sidewalk in front of their door. Worked twice for me, not joking.
Re: Is a Hawaiian Burger Your Thing? Here's Where To Get Them
I am aware that not a few articles, here on the Beijinger, are concerned with the consumption and provision of food. Concerns about particular, or peculiar, or novel, flavours, aromas, and textures abound.
So then, though it be true that certain scents of food a cookin, herbs, spices, sauces, and additional etc, send signals to the primate (and other) brain that induce salivation, that is, acceptance by the mouth for food soon to come. Greasing up the rails, ya could say.
Thereupon starts the process of getting chunks of food into a sufficiently sized bolus to get down the throat, sliding thus down esophagus into gut.
Now in the gut things really get a brewing, Mixed now with primarily hydrochloric acid (more complex that that, but let it be) the food bolus is turned into chyme, a semi-digested substance of food, you may call it.
And then starts the peristalsis, for if what has been consumed thus far has made it thus far, there is no turning back. If you have not puked yet, then the whole shebang is goin the full hundred yards until it is shat out the bunghole.
So into the duodenum we go. Good old pyloric sphincter has released your chyme thus. (by the way chyme is only second to chirm as my favorite, bestest words of all time).
Peristalsis per say now begins, Peristalsis is the consecutive constriction, and release of constriction which propels the mass of foodstuff through yer gut. Squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing. Sound familiar? No masks this week, must wear masks next week.
Anyways, in the small intestine, the walls of said intenstine are covered with villi (that's not a typo, that's yer Latin for ya) such that the total surface area of the intestines are massively big and hugemungeous, the purpose of such massive surface area being to suck every nutrient, fat, carbohydrate, and protein, and many etceteras, outa whatever you have ingested. Anything of value is sucked out to the feed the greater beast. Sound familiar?
The process of the movement of food through intestines is accomplished by peristalsis, the constant constriction and release, which propels intestinal stuff forward to its eventual shittedness, This process in inexorable once begun, One way, one result. All the good stuff is sucked from the `food' to contribute to some other body (or bodies) wellbeing.
Now there is an old saying `as above, so below' which (simplified) means that patterns in the world are manifest macroscopically and microscopically. Such that some people have proposed that `society' or `government' (whatever these things may be) function in a manner not dissimilar to our bodies in consuming and disposing of food.
By the way, whereinthe hell can I get a good falafel pita?
Beijinger get on it! We need some falafel news. !! Also real lentil soup, with cumin and 香菜。Lickedy split get on yer stick. Bob might just become your uncle!
Re: Shoot Some Pool While Enjoying a Beer at These Beijing Bars
Re: Shoot Some Pool While Enjoying a Beer at These Beijing Bars
Okay, so what can we argure about today. Shooting pool in bars it seems. Me and the mates we were off on the weekend, after a week of slogging it 10 hours a day in the horizontal rain, at maybe a few degrees above freezing. If ya were at a higher elevation it was called snow, which you weren't allowed to plant trees in. `Horizontal rain' for those that don't know is rain whipping at you sideways at about 100 km/hour. This was west coast of Vancouver Island, mid-Febfuary if I remember, about 20k outside of Gold River, west side of Vancouver Island. Now after a week of this duress, boss came up with checks worth last 30 days of our labour, gave us a 3 day holiday, and down to the only bar in town did we go., there to drink an shoot pool. There was only two pool tables to play. The locals were used to having both, but when 30 long-haired hippy freak treeplanters come inta tthey had to make a wee sacrifice. So for the course of the night everything was mostly amicable. A few bumped elbows shuffling aroung the pool table, but no manifest violence. Until last call, whole bar was being kicked out, when one treeplanter friend of mine mentioned that one of the local girls tits looked very nice, .... all hell broke lose. The local RCMP constasbulary, which consisted of 2 constables (Gold River only having about population of 5 thoousand) arrested 5 of us hippy freaks, stuck us in jail overnight, let us out next morning, no fines. So that's the news about shooting pool.
Re: Cultivating Patriotism in Our Children
Nice try. Not quite Thomas Pinched-one, but nice try.
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Re: Cultivating Patriotism in Our Children
[/quote]William Faulkner being queried by a reporter about his writing, quote `Are you drunk when you write this stuff?' William Faulkner's reply, `Yeah I'm usually drunk when I write, but sober when I edit', That second part causes me some complications.
Re: Cultivating Patriotism in Our Children
Nice try. Not quite Thomas Pinched-one, but nice try.
[/quote]There is a bunghole down in Milwaukee. where folks joust about, talk abut Wittgenstien, rub elbow a bit, rub noses in the dog shit. Might be a secured community for you in sennescence. Walmart has a special on tomatoes.
Re: Cultivating Patriotism in Our Children
Today's Anglophone folks present a spectacle never seen in history: a people that prides itself on cultural promiscuity; whose only boast is that it is harmless. Something like an herbivorous chameleon.
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So there we was, all sitting down at the cafe. Gino had taken on a pale greenish hue and was munching down on lettuce and broccoli. The rest of us were blowing smoke rings and contemplating the clouds, which where few and far between, being as it was, a crystiline, young summer's day. HairyMaryAnne sauntered by, and without permission, launched onto my lap and began squirming. Nick Serpento began calculating the horses, with the help of Timmy, whom was calculating the gait of ants and configuring their various symmetrys. Just then Alex, the Ugandan, dropped in, black as hades, Hairy Mary contiued squirming luxuriantly, Gino was turning a paler shade of white, Timmy was eating ants, for to better determine their leg structure as they trod upon his tongue, Nick was doing calculus based on Timmy's reports.. All in all just a normal day.
Now Alex, the Ugandian, says `look I hope I aint messin up your whitey party?!' Gino squints firmly. Hairy Mary gives him a peck on the cheek. I buy him a beer. Micky and Geza, just then dropped by, as well as Xaio Zhang. Now don't get me started on that scene.
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