Wholly shit, we finally gots an article about flingin mud. Now let me tell ya boys, I knows about flinging mud. Ya see back in '75 Geza and Micky dumped me in the creek after it had mostly dried up. Now Micky tripped as they were running away, so I jumped on Micky, threw him down the embankment and smeared his whole gosh darn face in mud. Country folk. Don't make em like this in the city.
I would like to say, I totally dig Mandarin Mondays, and Zeus Zou is a totally cool guy. Probably the only thing of value in the Beijinger (unless you are a `Foodie' or an advertiser) is Mandarin Mondays. (or ya like spewing nonsense back and forth with Gin Martini)
Foodies are the funnest part of TBJ. People publicly masturbating over lunch. Kind of like a less dignified version of the monkey cage at the zoo. Foodies in general are a riot. I was reading a review of Four Roses whiskey the other day for an unpublishable novel I'm scribbling. The reviewer told us the stuff tastes like "strawberries and parmesan." She-ytt, if grampa ever said that about whiskey, gramma would hit him upside the head with a piece of kindling and take away the bottle. 'Scuse me now. I'm sipping J.T.S. Brown, which---I've been told---is "a celebration of oak, vanilla, and Shinola chewin' terbaccy."
Well strawberries are a wonderful thing, as is parmesan cheese which is likewise a wonderful thing and both things that I appreciate dearly. However I never put parmesan on my strawberries and I think that a foodie writter putting these things together is just bored and trying to be `outre'.
Giovanni Martini]</p>
<p>[quote=Giovanni Martini wrote:
BauLuo wrote:
Besides evidence which may lead to a contrary conclusion, I am fully sane and in complete control of my mental faculties. Now I wish to speak a bit about vaccinnation.
With any medications there should be 3 considerations: Is it necessary? Is it effective? Is it harmless? So taking into consideration these 3 elements, as there is no need for me, I don't know if it is effective, and I don't know that it is harmless.
The most essential and important question should be `is it necessary'
You want healing? You want peace of mind?
I don't want healing, I ain't sick. I don't want peace of mind, i already gots it.
I would like to say, I totally dig Mandarin Mondays, and Zeus Zou is a totally cool guy. Probably the only thing of value in the Beijinger (unless you are a `Foodie' or an advertiser) is Mandarin Mondays. (or ya like spewing nonsense back and forth with Gin Martini)
Foodies are the funnest part of TBJ. People publicly masturbating over lunch. Kind of like a less dignified version of the monkey cage at the zoo. Foodies in general are a riot. I was reading a review of Four Roses whiskey the other day for an unpublishable novel I'm scribbling. The reviewer told us the stuff tastes like "strawberries and parmesan." She-ytt, if grampa ever said that about whiskey, gramma would hit him upside the head with a piece of kindling and take away the bottle. 'Scuse me now. I'm sipping J.T.S. Brown, which---I've been told---is "a celebration of oak, vanilla, and Shinola chewin' terbaccy."
So there we was, three and a half of us, having a few lollys. Now, Tim the outdoors dwelling feller, he comes traipsing down sidewalk on his bicycle going backwards. I was sternly impressed and Mike Serpento upside me face give me whack. "Tim" I shouts robustly ` howbeit ya can ride backwards wise? "It's me mask " he shouts back, "just purchased on Amazon or Taobao, blessed personally by somebody somebudy over in the Dolimites"
So sits Tim down, soon Gin Martini arrives, arms securely cinched round Hairy Mary. For fear of losing her I so believed. She still were'nt wearing no underpants, an she gave me a nice show. Now Gin was deep into re-reading Hegel, Mike was re-reading Gurjieff, Hairy had her legs almost on table and had her fingers doing a show. Tim was calculating the metaphysics of train timetables, I was drinkin a beer an smokint a cigarette when wha, out of the blue should show up but but Friar Laffagut, fresh from isolation due to the Coronka virus whitch had laid the world low. Now Fr. Laffagut is a jolly fellow, and told us to fear not, the Coronka spittle is but a wrinkle in God's eyebrow. Me, Laffagut, sipped our beers. Mike was frowning, Mary had a feverish look and a particular moan. Gin was picking his nose. Crazy Timmy was still calculating time tables.
Besides evidence which may lead to a contrary conclusion, I am fully sane and in complete control of my mental faculties. Now I wish to speak a bit about vaccinnation.
With any medications there should be 3 considerations: Is it necessary? Is it effective? Is it harmless? So taking into consideration these 3 elements, as there is no need for me, I don't know if it is effective, and I don't know that it is harmless.
The most essential and important question should be `is it necessary'
I would like to say, I totally dig Mandarin Mondays, and Zeus Zou is a totally cool guy. Probably the only thing of value in the Beijinger (unless you are a `Foodie' or an advertiser) is Mandarin Mondays. (or ya like spewing nonsense back and forth with Gin Martini)
The authorities have been warning of a veritable Holocaust unless we all hunkered in the bunkers (keeping social distance even in the foxholes and all KIA double-masked till the corpses started to stink.) You, however, missed brunch. That put it all in perspective. Were this England, I'd see to it you got the Victoria Cross, I would.
Now let me tell ya bout foxes holes. I have been in a few of them. Some foxes holes are dank and musky, some pristine and almost virginal. Most are somewhat betwixt. Now let me tell ya bout Hairy-Mary Rayce and her fox-hole. She went an upbuilt herself a concrete fox-hole somewhere in the Himilayas. She made it very hard to enter. It was a difficult journey, mounting tumuli, kicking aside bricks and mortar. It was a very slim fit. However, once in, the verisimiltude of gestation and birth canal, combined with wisely timed hipwise and vaginal hugs/contractions of her doing, caused some to fits of delirium. Don't axe me how I know this.
So there we was, me, Gig Martini, Mike Serpenta, hanging out havin a few lollys. The sun was shining broadly and consistently. All waiting for Hairy-Anne Rayce to get her ass down here and fix us up. Suddenly, and crashingly comes flyingly down pedestrian walkway none but crazy Tim the man ill favoured in habitation. Now Tim was an hairy man, and I sat him down and asked him should he care for a mess of pottage. Suddenly Hairy-Anne Rayce bounced around the corner, seductively may I add, carrying..... what ? a whole mess of pottage. Indeed, messes of pottage! We all sat there gargling our pottage, slurping our lollys, having a grand old time. Hairy-Anne did a specific act on her own for all of us, and we were all quite jolly.
So there we were, me, crazy Timmy, Mike Serpenta, having a few lollys. Mike was asleep as usual his chin resting downwards in a manner that inflated the already profusesness of his face-cheeks. Rather rubicund, I may add. Timmy was painting his fingernails with mustard he had found dumpster diving. At least it was Dijon. Then, out of the blue, comes Gin Tonic and Hairy-Anne just a waltzing down the street, maskless, like it was 1999. Gin wearing his usual tracksuit, Hairy wearing her usual miniskirt, which she liked to use to her strategic avail, and should you have accute eyesight, might get a glimpse of undergarmentless feline. Now the general protuberance of Gin's gut contrasted sharply with the decided emaciation of Hairy, but if you put them together and divided by two it might be okey. So they both sits down at our sidewalk table. Gin starts talking bout philosophy, Timmy starts painting his fingernails with ketchup (or catsup, if you prefer) Hairy-Anne is rubbing her foot up and down my shin whislt simutanaeaously doing something in Gin's trousers. Her right hand don't know what her left foot is doing!! I think our Lord told us to act this a way.
So there we was, me, Gig Martini, Mike Serpenta, hanging out havin a few lollys. The sun was shining broadly and consistently. All waiting for Hairy-Anne Rayce to get her ass down here and fix us up. Suddenly, and crashingly comes flyingly down pedestrian walkway none but crazy Tim the man ill favoured in habitation. Now Tim was an hairy man, and I sat him down and asked him should he care for a mess of pottage. Suddenly Hairy-Anne Rayce bounced around the corner, seductively may I add, carrying..... what ? a whole mess of pottage. Indeed, messes of pottage! We all sat there gargling our pottage, slurping our lollys, having a grand old time. Hairy-Anne did a specific act on her own for all of us, and we were all quite jolly.
Now let me tell ya bit about Hairy-Anne. We all called her Hairy- Anne (or in Cockney 'Airy-Anne, which i likes bester.) cuz of her proclivity to unshave her armpits. Legs, arms, none of it. Which personally I like better. Nothing better than a woman with hairy armpits to entrangle teethwise while licking armpits. Now I've gotten to known a few Chinese women; generally speaking they are slender and unhairy, except in some places, but I must say I miss the hairyness of a nice Anglo-Saxon or Slav girl.
So there we was, me, Gig Martini, Mike Serpenta, hanging out havin a few lollys. The sun was shining broadly and consistently. All waiting for Hairy-Anne Rayce to get her ass down here and fix us up. Suddenly, and crashingly comes flyingly down pedestrian walkway none but crazy Tim the man ill favoured in habitation. Now Tim was an hairy man, and I sat him down and asked him should he care for a mess of pottage. Suddenly Hairy-Anne Rayce bounced around the corner, seductively may I add, carrying..... what ? a whole mess of pottage. Indeed, messes of pottage! We all sat there gargling our pottage, slurping our lollys, having a grand old time. Hairy-Anne did a specific act on her own for all of us, and we were all quite jolly.
So there we were, me, Gin Martini, Mike Serrpano, sucking down a few lollypops. now Gin was abstracted by his Wechant on his phone, head down and mesmerized, Mike is asleep, head back and addressing snores to the clouds. I am smoking a cigarette and gazing off into space. Suddenly a bicycle comes carreening down sidewalk crashing almost into our table.!! Whobeit but homeless Tim!! Now, by the commotion Gin wakes from his stupor, Mike is still asleep, and homeless Timmy rejoinds to our table to imbibe a free beer at my expense. Just a normal day in downtown St. Catharines.
A poignant reminder of the dangers of dining at a bricks-'n-mortar restaurant. The only reason no one was hurt was that, thank gods and Dr. Fauci, you were all wearing your masks!
I always wear my mask, usually under my chin, like everyone else, except when I have to give a performance, like taking a nucleic acid test.
After the test I make a point of doffing mine. It's hard to wear a mask and shout clearly: “健康大革命万岁！”I mean this isn't just a physical disease here. It's about a fundamental reorientation of the Will and the Spirit. Call it "Total Pandemic.": a completely immune body encasing a completely sterilized mind acting according to the dictates of a completely entropic will. These be heady days indeed.
anyone with any sentience (and there are lot's of us) know what is going onn.
Sentience,? no I mis-wrote. I meant `sentence' I mis-wrote and added an I. I meant i have `sentence'. I took a verb, couple nouns, joined em together and made a sentence. Thus, I got sentence. Now my sentence ,may be 69 years to life or kindly bullet, but don't lets get issues confuzzled here.
Sentience? Hey, they got a cure for that. Step over here against the wall. You want a blindfold?
So there we were, me, Gin Martini, Mike Serrpano, sucking down a few lollypops. now Gin was abstracted by his Wechant on his phone, head down and mesmerized, Mike is asleep, head back and addressing snores to the clouds. I am smoking a cigarette and gazing off into space. Suddenly a bicycle comes carreening down sidewalk crashing almost into our table.!! Whobeit but homeless Tim!! Now, by the commotion Gin wakes from his stupor, Mike is still asleep, and homeless Timmy rejoinds to our table to imbibe a free beer at my expense. Just a normal day in downtown St. Catharines.
A poignant reminder of the dangers of dining at a bricks-'n-mortar restaurant. The only reason no one was hurt was that, thank gods and Dr. Fauci, you were all wearing your masks!
I always wear my mask, usually under my chin, like everyone else, except when I have to give a performance, like taking a nucleic acid test.
After the test I make a point of doffing mine. It's hard to wear a mask and shout clearly: “健康大革命万岁！”I mean this isn't just a physical disease here. It's about a fundamental reorientation of the Will and the Spirit. Call it "Total Pandemic.": a completely immune body encasing a completely sterilized mind acting according to the dictates of a completely entropic will. These be heady days indeed.
anyone with any sentience (and there are lot's of us) know what is going on.
That being said, while these rules go into effect starting Jun 6, expect challenges to arise as this news might take some time for this to trickle down to every last community in Beijing.(unquote)
Why is that? Rumor travels at warp speed, but official pronouncements wheeze and gimp along at about half the speed of Queen Elizabeth cane-crawling to come change Joe Biden's diaper.
Jeez shush christopher, don't you ever learn nothing kid? Our dear queen tends to her duties vigilently, and our dear king, joe biden, does likewises. Get yer brain together man!
So there we were, me, Gin Martini, Mike Serrpano, sucking down a few lollypops. now Gin was abstracted by his Wechant on his phone, head down and mesmerized, Mike is asleep, head back and addressing snores to the clouds. I am smoking a cigarette and gazing off into space. Suddenly a bicycle comes carreening down sidewalk crashing almost into our table.!! Whobeit but homeless Tim!! Now, by the commotion Gin wakes from his stupor, Mike is still asleep, and homeless Timmy rejoinds to our table to imbibe a free beer at my expense. Just a normal day in downtown St. Catharines.
A poignant reminder of the dangers of dining at a bricks-'n-mortar restaurant. The only reason no one was hurt was that, thank gods and Dr. Fauci, you were all wearing your masks!
I always wear my mask, usually under my chin, like everyone else, except when I have to give a performance, like taking a nucleic acid test.
I am currently living in Guangdong. Now, alot of folk, especially older folk don't speak putonghua. So this has been a hoot. There I am, a foreigner, that can function in Mandarin, and storekeep that can only function in Cantonese, and we are trying to make a deal. Cantonese and Mandarin ain't profoundly different, maybe like Dutch and German, so we can usually figure things out.
So there we were, me, Gin Martini, Mike Serrpano, sucking down a few lollypops. now Gin was abstracted by his Wechant on his phone, head down and mesmerized, Mike is asleep, head back and addressing snores to the clouds. I am smoking a cigarette and gazing off into space. Suddenly a bicycle comes carreening down sidewalk crashing almost into our table.!! Whobeit but homeless Tim!! Now, by the commotion Gin wakes from his stupor, Mike is still asleep, and homeless Timmy rejoinds to our table to imbibe a free beer at my expense. Just a normal day in downtown St. Catharines.
[ An' don't you dare wave your hermeneutic here at supper. Elst I'll put one quick elenchus to your eopche, I will!"
[/quote] I once bought a second-hand hermeneut down at the pawn-shop. He was pretty docile, and muttered correctly, but he kept wandering off into traffic. I had to sell him to the Mayor. Now he is a publicist.
Now I am a man that has cycled muchly, here, there and manywhere. I rode my bike incessantly in Canada, (cuz I had no car). I rode my bike around neimenggu 2017, though my employer had me sign a form indicating that they were not responsible for my wellbeing, which I never thought they were anyways. Legal issues I suppose. I rode bike from Brighton, Sussex, England to near Birmingham, England sleeping regularly in farmer's fields, arriving after dark and departing before light. I have done these things, Believe me or not, I don't really f%cjing care.
So I know a thing or three about bicycling. It works like this. Ya gets on the bike, Ya pedals. Ya go forward. That's it.
Anybody gots any data? Its a tossup. We gots Kyrgystan, we gots Cambodia. Personally I am leaning towards Cambodia. I really aesthticaly appreciate them slim bodies.
Re: Solar Terms 101: Flinging Mud, Planting Crops, and...
Wholly shit, we finally gots an article about flingin mud. Now let me tell ya boys, I knows about flinging mud. Ya see back in '75 Geza and Micky dumped me in the creek after it had mostly dried up. Now Micky tripped as they were running away, so I jumped on Micky, threw him down the embankment and smeared his whole gosh darn face in mud. Country folk. Don't make em like this in the city.
Re: Solar Terms 101: Flinging Mud, Planting Crops, and...
Re: Solar Terms 101: Flinging Mud, Planting Crops, and...
Re: Solar Terms 101: Flinging Mud, Planting Crops, and...
So sits Tim down, soon Gin Martini arrives, arms securely cinched round Hairy Mary. For fear of losing her I so believed. She still were'nt wearing no underpants, an she gave me a nice show. Now Gin was deep into re-reading Hegel, Mike was re-reading Gurjieff, Hairy had her legs almost on table and had her fingers doing a show. Tim was calculating the metaphysics of train timetables, I was drinkin a beer an smokint a cigarette when wha, out of the blue should show up but but Friar Laffagut, fresh from isolation due to the Coronka virus whitch had laid the world low. Now Fr. Laffagut is a jolly fellow, and told us to fear not, the Coronka spittle is but a wrinkle in God's eyebrow. Me, Laffagut, sipped our beers. Mike was frowning, Mary had a feverish look and a particular moan. Gin was picking his nose. Crazy Timmy was still calculating time tables.
Re: Solar Terms 101: Flinging Mud, Planting Crops, and...
Besides evidence which may lead to a contrary conclusion, I am fully sane and in complete control of my mental faculties. Now I wish to speak a bit about vaccinnation.
With any medications there should be 3 considerations: Is it necessary? Is it effective? Is it harmless? So taking into consideration these 3 elements, as there is no need for me, I don't know if it is effective, and I don't know that it is harmless.
The most essential and important question should be `is it necessary'
Re: Solar Terms 101: Flinging Mud, Planting Crops, and...
I would like to say, I totally dig Mandarin Mondays, and Zeus Zou is a totally cool guy. Probably the only thing of value in the Beijinger (unless you are a `Foodie' or an advertiser) is Mandarin Mondays. (or ya like spewing nonsense back and forth with Gin Martini)
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So there we was, me, Gig Martini, Mike Serpenta, hanging out havin a few lollys. The sun was shining broadly and consistently. All waiting for Hairy-Anne Rayce to get her ass down here and fix us up. Suddenly, and crashingly comes flyingly down pedestrian walkway none but crazy Tim the man ill favoured in habitation. Now Tim was an hairy man, and I sat him down and asked him should he care for a mess of pottage. Suddenly Hairy-Anne Rayce bounced around the corner, seductively may I add, carrying..... what ? a whole mess of pottage. Indeed, messes of pottage! We all sat there gargling our pottage, slurping our lollys, having a grand old time. Hairy-Anne did a specific act on her own for all of us, and we were all quite jolly.
Re: Indoor Dining Resumes Tomorrow; Covid Testing...
Re: Indoor Dining Resumes Tomorrow; Covid Testing...
Re: Indoor Dining Resumes Tomorrow; Covid Testing...
Re: Indoor Dining Resumes Tomorrow; Covid Testing...
Re: Indoor Dining Resumes Tomorrow; Covid Testing...
I am currently living in Guangdong. Now, alot of folk, especially older folk don't speak putonghua. So this has been a hoot. There I am, a foreigner, that can function in Mandarin, and storekeep that can only function in Cantonese, and we are trying to make a deal. Cantonese and Mandarin ain't profoundly different, maybe like Dutch and German, so we can usually figure things out.
Re: Indoor Dining Resumes Tomorrow; Covid Testing...
So there we were, me, Gin Martini, Mike Serrpano, sucking down a few lollypops. now Gin was abstracted by his Wechant on his phone, head down and mesmerized, Mike is asleep, head back and addressing snores to the clouds. I am smoking a cigarette and gazing off into space. Suddenly a bicycle comes carreening down sidewalk crashing almost into our table.!! Whobeit but homeless Tim!! Now, by the commotion Gin wakes from his stupor, Mike is still asleep, and homeless Timmy rejoinds to our table to imbibe a free beer at my expense. Just a normal day in downtown St. Catharines.
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[ An' don't you dare wave your hermeneutic here at supper. Elst I'll put one quick elenchus to your eopche, I will!"
[/quote] I once bought a second-hand hermeneut down at the pawn-shop. He was pretty docile, and muttered correctly, but he kept wandering off into traffic. I had to sell him to the Mayor. Now he is a publicist.
Re: The Safest Way to Cycle Through Beijing with Kids
Now I am a man that has cycled muchly, here, there and manywhere. I rode my bike incessantly in Canada, (cuz I had no car). I rode my bike around neimenggu 2017, though my employer had me sign a form indicating that they were not responsible for my wellbeing, which I never thought they were anyways. Legal issues I suppose. I rode bike from Brighton, Sussex, England to near Birmingham, England sleeping regularly in farmer's fields, arriving after dark and departing before light. I have done these things, Believe me or not, I don't really f%cjing care.
So I know a thing or three about bicycling. It works like this. Ya gets on the bike, Ya pedals. Ya go forward. That's it.
Re: The Safest Way to Cycle Through Beijing with Kids
Anybody gots any data? Its a tossup. We gots Kyrgystan, we gots Cambodia. Personally I am leaning towards Cambodia. I really aesthticaly appreciate them slim bodies.