First of all lets get something straight. Chinese food (in China) totally sucks. Jiaozi or noodles, noodle or jiaozi. In the noodles ya get a bowl of salt, MSG, one microgam of any kind of vegetable or animal prodoct. In the jiaozi, God only knows what goes into it.
I like vegetables. LOTS of vegetables. I mean a big honking plate of broccoli, onions, garlic, sauted potatoes, carrots, cabbage, tomatoes, peppers, .... any other vegetable you can think of. Add in a small smidgen of some kinda meat. .(chicken and beef being preferred, or venison slaughtered fresh in the woods, and well dressed.) okeydokey. I don't want a tablespoon full of food dumped on a huge bowl of rice. I don't generally eat rice, and when I do it is sparingly. Rice you can feed to the feral cats and dogs.
Does anyone wonder about why everyday on Microsoft News we have an article like`Putin Falls Down Stairs and Shits Himself' ... `Putin Seems Dizzy and Weak'. Does anyone really believe anything that is `in the news`?
The other thing I have noticed over the last while is the normalization of death in young people. eg `Young Tiktok Influencer Passes Away a 23'
So, ya, dying is really cool, maybe you can do it too.
in the old days, ya caught a cold in the winter, ya hacked and sneezed for a week and two and got on with things. Now we gottsa have a federal investigation.Maybe variant XYB,555. 6 seventeen QRS is comin down the pipe... can you please all go funk off.
Dressing a deer is a simple job. You take you pink or red nighty, and when dear deer is hangin up,ankled securely sashed to tree branch, you address your pink (or red) nighty directly. Duct tape may be required.
I am patiently waiting for your ` Bestest Quiche in Beijing' contest. Now I know real men don't eat quiche, so therefore I don't what I am, cuz I do like quiche. I never wear a dress, or ladies undies. I can slaughter and dress a deer out in the woods, and I can hoe potatoes all day under the screaming sunlight. I can recite all 256 of the irregular verbs, in all of their tenses, and in their various Merican, Kanajun, an Englandish versions. I can't fully do the Jamaican, however. But, I ain't no country bumpkin.
But quiche is fine and dandy by my lights, so gets on the job Bob. We need some quiche contests. Get on the phone, line up the advertisers, lickety split.
Dress a dead deer? Is this some necrophile fantasy that only Newfies get?
You studied in Sasquatch? I visited Sasquatch on a three day weekend trip. Me and me girlfriend, just drove down from Vancouver. We stayed at a YMCA in Sasquatch. Morning next we were showering together in the women's shower where I wasn't officially allowed to be. Snuck me in somehow. Anyways, showering together, and getting up to some saxuel hijiinks, when what should happen but a big blackish dominextriss should open the shower door! I can't relate what therefrom entailed, not on this website.
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I'm sorely confused. For three years, almost to the day, I was indoctrinated that wellness consisted in giving the Fauci-ist salute in public at all times (i.e., wearing a face mask.) That and getting jabbed with needles about as often some heroin-hustlin' call-boy bung-jockey. What they called "vaticanization." NOW youse come to tell me how I gotta practice sitting quietly in yogurt? That THIS is real, honest-to-Hippocrates wellness.
Sitting in yougurt (or `your gurt', as they say up north) has a well documented influence on one's wellbeingnessivity. Yougurt should be at minus 10 degrees Kelvin, it should be located high in the Himilayas, preferably in a cave. You need to say `oooomm' every fifteen seconds, you must be stark naked. The Vedas are very clear on this. I would give you about 3 hours, and you wellness problems will be fully cured.
I dunno. The last time I was stark naked and saying "uuuuunngh, uuuuunngh,uuuunngh!" I was on the phone to my cute TA from French class back at the University of Washington at Sasquatch. After 30-days court ordered psychological evaluation, they gave me a choice: a year at Colonswab State Penetentiary or 24 hours to "permanently and irrevocably" vacate the Peoples Republic of Unclesamistan. I was on the next flight to Beijing.
Does anyone wonder about why everyday on Microsoft News we have an article like`Putin Falls Down Stairs and Shits Himself' ... `Putin Seems Dizzy and Weak'. Does anyone really believe anything that is `in the news`?
The other thing I have noticed over the last while is the normalization of death in young people. eg `Young Tiktok Influencer Passes Away a 23'
So, ya, dying is really cool, maybe you can do it too.
According to the Spruce Eats, the ingredients must consist of Italian 0 or 00 wheat flour that’s hand kneaded or slow kneaded by mixer, real San Marzano tomatoes, only one of two types of mozzarella, fresh basil, and extra-virgin olive oil.(unquote)
I made my pizza with Emmentaler cheese and Promiscuous Skank olive oil and you know what? I'm glad, glad, GLAD!!! Wuo-ha-ha-ha-ha! Let the Naples Pizza Police come after me!
Personally, I only use extra, extra, extra virginal Olive oil. It works like this:
Before the olive seed itself has been pollinated and begun to grow you rip everything from the tree, feed it to a goat named Mary. With the resulting detritus of such feeding, you strain it, purify it,... and there ya go,.... extra, extra, extra virginical Olive oil. . Another possible process, which I have not investigated in detail, is to take Popeye's girlfriend, have her sweat profusely, scrape her body, (softly and kindly of course, and only with her permission) and you might get somethin outa it.
I'm sorely confused. For three years, almost to the day, I was indoctrinated that wellness consisted in giving the Fauci-ist salute in public at all times (i.e., wearing a face mask.) That and getting jabbed with needles about as often some heroin-hustlin' call-boy bung-jockey. What they called "vaticanization." NOW youse come to tell me how I gotta practice sitting quietly in yogurt? That THIS is real, honest-to-Hippocrates wellness.
Sitting in yougurt (or `your gurt', as they say up north) has a well documented influence on one's wellbeingnessivity. Yougurt should be at minus 10 degrees Kelvin, it should be located high in the Himilayas, preferably in a cave. You need to say `oooomm' every fifteen seconds, you must be stark naked. The Vedas are very clear on this. I would give you about 3 hours, and you wellness problems will be fully cured.
I am patiently waiting for your ` Bestest Quiche in Beijing' contest. Now I know real men don't eat quiche, so therefore I don't what I am, cuz I do like quiche. I never wear a dress, or ladies undies. I can slaughter and dress a deer out in the woods, and I can hoe potatoes all day under the screaming sunlight. I can recite all 256 of the irregular verbs, in all of their tenses, and in their various Merican, Kanajun, an Englandish versions. I can't fully do the Jamaican, however. But, I ain't no country bumpkin.
But quiche is fine and dandy by my lights, so gets on the job Bob. We need some quiche contests. Get on the phone, line up the advertisers, lickety split.
A year without a bang? Check out www.incels.is They cater to folks with that problem.
Listen man, we gots hamigua , xigua, blow up dolls,..... all cheap on pinduoduo. Though I still can't get me watermellon to go `oh, oh, .. ohhhhhh, oh yeah, oh yeah, ooooh yeaaaah baby. ' That's me next business venture. Moanin Melons are Us.
Ah yes, who can forget H.R. Giger and his `Penis Landscape' circa 1984, centrefold for the Dead Kennedy's `Frankenchrist' . Rows upon rows of penis s copulating doggy style. Oh the heady dayz of 1980s punk. Good thing this is in `Jingkids'. Or is it only `Jingkids International'?
I guess they figger it's important for kids to get good "grooming," as it were.
do nunbudy know how to write `penis' in the plural? i am inclined, yes I am slowly becoming inclined... thaas nother mather. But. really is it `penii'? What does Gorgeous have to say? I am more inclined now to think peniss, but I am gaddanged with where the apostrophe lives.
Frank was incensed, so was Myrrhy, dagnabit, nonetheless hit the jackrabbit pot. Nothin like a nice yong roasted Coney when yer out riddin the rods. Nearby bucktooth farmer's rutabaga does not have any negative connottations. None theless looking still for something Everclear. (Spectacles musta bin greased, I guess)
Now , I know that the general tenor of this entire website, and, particulary that of the `food' part thereof, needs be one of laffingness and jocularity. As in `does anyone really give a fuck about this and that dish of food. Really? Was that really the `cheesiest' `burger' ever eaten? Does anyone on this planet really give a fuck about this? (By the way, I am looking for some cheap Thai, cocconut oil essential, a daschund of curcumin powder may help, any references?) I propse your next contest be `cheapest, bestest, nearby cheap spicy Thai contest)
But of epiphanies, I have thoughts; which, by posting here, I could only besmirch. ...
So, instead, `lickey split, get on the job, Bob, we need some hot and spicy Thai food contest.
Epiphany, you say? Yes indeedy, I have epiphanies, ... like daily. I don't generally eat nothin' different, though, on them days. Maychance have some gastritis, but that is a separate matter.
(tie your bootlaces in the manner suggested; or suffer the lonliness and abjuration of hoppingness on one foot) Follow me: I. next: X: now :D, very good now, 非常好！ now we have :K (sounds like 快 。。。 sorta) then `twenty one' (sounds like 图问题问。。。sorta) now, ya gots it. ！！ You can now enter the code!
Ah yes, who can forget H.R. Giger and his `Penis Landscape' circa 1984, centrefold for the Dead Kennedy's `Frankenchrist' . Rows upon rows of penis s copulating doggy style. Oh the heady dayz of 1980s punk. Good thing this is in `Jingkids'. Or is it only `Jingkids International'?
So there was Sam, Sam, Hairy and Job. Hairy was an hairy man an he liked his mess of pottage he did. Sam (the second) bounced , younger brother of Hairy, jocundly and profusely thereabouts. How this ends we all know, except for the first Sam, whom by reports retired to solitude somewhere in Tibet.
Enter the evil communinatrix below. likedty split buddy.
"On sandye strand at Nali Patio did fierce Fei Hongjun fayrehair beach his long-boats twentye/ Lustry Landorde Longshanks Li his thousand thanes and thralls dide assymble/ "By Donner's hammyre Mjolnir mighty, ye the Patio lay waste and raze!..."
Truer words ain't bin spoke.
Pop the following button, sneeze clearly on ye sleeve.
Then why publish the survey? As you yourselves note, it is skewed more ways than a hedgehog has spines. Likewise, the severity of symptoms graph is useless. It lumps together the verifiable (asymptomatic) with the subjective ("unbearable.") That last deserves further comment. "Bearable" varies greatly from individual. Also "unbearable" verges on self-contradictory. An individual who is suffering the unbearable does not respond to surveys. One who later does respond to a survey musy, clearly, have borne the symptoms.
Still hail to Safe and Sane, the post-modern SS. Their motto? "Unsere Ehre heißt tremulous!"
The `health measures' did not come into existence to deal with the `pandemic'; rather the `pandemic' was created to produce the `health measures'. `Health measures' including, universal tracking, universal control of movement, (and soon) universal control of access to money. That is, all money will become digitized and non-physical, non-anonymous. The only money will be on your phone, and can be turned off lickety split. Access to money and the ability to buy and sell will be completely controlled.
The actual `pandemic' per se, is completely fraudulent. There was not,-- and is-- not, a pandemic.
So the private high school I am working at in Zhejiang had the Mighty Clovid come rip roaring through. Dozens of students testing positve, entire student body sent home. So Friday afternoon all the staff... teaching staff, administrative staff etc (of the English Department, and other departmenst) all ordered to get single test tube Covid test. Which I duly du. Of the 15 members of our wechat group, 14 of them tested positive, got themselves a red code. Thus need to isolate. A handful, (i think 4 or 5) had mild symptoms.. low grade fever, coughing. One of the bunch, in short ..me, had a negative result, no symptoms whatsoever. It just so happens that one of the bunch, that is : me, has never had a vaccination in his adult life and all the rest had gotten every shot, every booster, whatever they were told to get. This hardly a scientific review of evidence, nonetheless, scratch yer head a wee bit.
Tell people Sufis don't get COVID and you'd have a line from halal to breakfast bangin' on the doors of every mosque in town.
It takes a special kinna Musclemann tho to be a Sufi, -- yas gotsa be a good dancer fer one, and it helps to be aShamsed a bit. Best not to thro out the Bab with the Ba'ath water, Tho. That would be inSufierable.
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There is a very pertinent Sufi tale that relates in a fundamental way to the incipience and progress of the dreaded illness that plagues our world. Don't be fooled by my words. When I say plague, I mean PLAGUE, BUDDY!
Anyways, a great prophet was raised up from the wilderness, --as the world is wont to do,-- to admonish, warn, and to save.
Kidder was his name. This apt named Kidder explained that soon all the water in the world would disappear, and be supplanted, after 40 days and 40 nights, with different water.
`The new water will drive you mad' Kidder explained, `To save yourselves, you must hoard all the water here on earth. Save it, and you will be saved.'
Alas, but one man paid Kidder heed. This fellow, mashang, (that's an adverb, not a name) began collecting all the water he could. From rivers and streams, ponds and pools-- nay, verily into puddles, cricks, ditches and sloughs did the water he source.
This water he did save... wineskins, plastic tubs, empty 2.46 liter ergoutou bottles... any vessel of the name `vessel' did he fill, and stashed away in a secret cave, which location was known only to himself. That's... um... like why it was secret.
Lo and behold, old Kidder weren't kiddin, and yuelaiyue, the rivers up did dry, the merciful rain from heaven did up an desist, lakes did Saharafy,-- in short the world was dry as a leftover chickenfinger bone left on a south facing windowsill in August.
Nonetheless, this unnamed man, sitting alone in his Stygian tenebrosity, remained well hydrated, and ate lots of garlic, mung bean sprouts, read hisself some Sufi tales (in Brail, obviously, duh) thus remaining hale and hearty.
True to the prophet Kidder's words, after a time, times, and half a time, did the new waters replenish the lakes and pools and rivers.
Those residents that did survive, but barely, the drought, were overjoyed and supped their fill of delicious new water.
The cave man (now known to be known as `Mashang') thus returned his way to his fellow village folk in hope of re-commencing his erstwhile communion themswith.
`Hail there fellow wellmet'! (that's an adverb, not a name) he was heard to remonstrate with erst companions.
Alas, what but blank eyes though did dodder through their slobbering gulps of `new' water.
Mashang (that's a name, not an adverb) was crushed. The villagers had all gone mad, what's more, contended that in fact he-Mashang- was the one that was mad.
Such being the case Mashang was driven to isolation, loneliness and bereftness of human companionship.
At long last Mashang could bear it no more: `Give me some of your mad water!' finally Mashang bellowed.
Thus: imbibing, slaking, and forgetting-- indeed did Mashang come to love Big Brother.
Lord have mercy,! Waimai drivers fallin ill of the Clovid hoofed devil, penurious staff callin in sick dedevilled by sniffles. Watt has our world come to? Can't even git me a luscious Juicy Burgery (TM) lickety split. All I knows is that the only thin I bin sick uh last thirty plus years has come outa a bottle. Ain't been vaccinated since i was a baby beyond my memory, at my mother's behest, and ain't had no medicine since I had a touch of a drippsy off my weewee, owin to an ill spent night in Prince Rupert, just before leaving on a salmon troller, and two weeks of pissing glass. Other than that I think I mayuh had a toucha turbuleaocus, after another ill-spent night in Prince George lickin on ill regarded sweet meats. But since then have had not a cough, sore throat, fever, respiratory distress of any sort . Not even no phlegm, though on occasion phlegmatic. Must be the nightly 3 raw cloves uh garlic. Thus, my dread of the MIGHTY COVID is somewhere between lightnin strike or turnin gay, which I deem likely in odds.
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First of all lets get something straight. Chinese food (in China) totally sucks. Jiaozi or noodles, noodle or jiaozi. In the noodles ya get a bowl of salt, MSG, one microgam of any kind of vegetable or animal prodoct. In the jiaozi, God only knows what goes into it.
I like vegetables. LOTS of vegetables. I mean a big honking plate of broccoli, onions, garlic, sauted potatoes, carrots, cabbage, tomatoes, peppers, .... any other vegetable you can think of. Add in a small smidgen of some kinda meat. .(chicken and beef being preferred, or venison slaughtered fresh in the woods, and well dressed.) okeydokey. I don't want a tablespoon full of food dumped on a huge bowl of rice. I don't generally eat rice, and when I do it is sparingly. Rice you can feed to the feral cats and dogs.
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Does anyone wonder about why everyday on Microsoft News we have an article like`Putin Falls Down Stairs and Shits Himself' ... `Putin Seems Dizzy and Weak'. Does anyone really believe anything that is `in the news`?
The other thing I have noticed over the last while is the normalization of death in young people. eg `Young Tiktok Influencer Passes Away a 23'
So, ya, dying is really cool, maybe you can do it too.
Re: Yesterday Was World Pizza Day, Here's How You Can (Still)...
Before the olive seed itself has been pollinated and begun to grow you rip everything from the tree, feed it to a goat named Mary. With the resulting detritus of such feeding, you strain it, purify it,... and there ya go,.... extra, extra, extra virginical Olive oil. . Another possible process, which I have not investigated in detail, is to take Popeye's girlfriend, have her sweat profusely, scrape her body, (softly and kindly of course, and only with her permission) and you might get somethin outa it.
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Sitting in yougurt (or `your gurt', as they say up north) has a well documented influence on one's wellbeingnessivity. Yougurt should be at minus 10 degrees Kelvin, it should be located high in the Himilayas, preferably in a cave. You need to say `oooomm' every fifteen seconds, you must be stark naked. The Vedas are very clear on this. I would give you about 3 hours, and you wellness problems will be fully cured.
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I am patiently waiting for your ` Bestest Quiche in Beijing' contest. Now I know real men don't eat quiche, so therefore I don't what I am, cuz I do like quiche. I never wear a dress, or ladies undies. I can slaughter and dress a deer out in the woods, and I can hoe potatoes all day under the screaming sunlight. I can recite all 256 of the irregular verbs, in all of their tenses, and in their various Merican, Kanajun, an Englandish versions. I can't fully do the Jamaican, however. But, I ain't no country bumpkin.
But quiche is fine and dandy by my lights, so gets on the job Bob. We need some quiche contests. Get on the phone, line up the advertisers, lickety split.
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Listen man, we gots hamigua , xigua, blow up dolls,..... all cheap on pinduoduo. Though I still can't get me watermellon to go `oh, oh, .. ohhhhhh, oh yeah, oh yeah, ooooh yeaaaah baby. ' That's me next business venture. Moanin Melons are Us.
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do nunbudy know how to write `penis' in the plural? i am inclined, yes I am slowly becoming inclined... thaas nother mather. But. really is it `penii'? What does Gorgeous have to say? I am more inclined now to think peniss, but I am gaddanged with where the apostrophe lives.
Frank was incensed, so was Myrrhy, dagnabit, nonetheless hit the jackrabbit pot. Nothin like a nice yong roasted Coney when yer out riddin the rods. Nearby bucktooth farmer's rutabaga does not have any negative connottations. None theless looking still for something Everclear. (Spectacles musta bin greased, I guess)
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Now , I know that the general tenor of this entire website, and, particulary that of the `food' part thereof, needs be one of laffingness and jocularity. As in `does anyone really give a fuck about this and that dish of food. Really? Was that really the `cheesiest' `burger' ever eaten? Does anyone on this planet really give a fuck about this? (By the way, I am looking for some cheap Thai, cocconut oil essential, a daschund of curcumin powder may help, any references?) I propse your next contest be `cheapest, bestest, nearby cheap spicy Thai contest)
But of epiphanies, I have thoughts; which, by posting here, I could only besmirch. ...
So, instead, `lickey split, get on the job, Bob, we need some hot and spicy Thai food contest.
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Epiphany, you say? Yes indeedy, I have epiphanies, ... like daily. I don't generally eat nothin' different, though, on them days. Maychance have some gastritis, but that is a separate matter.
(tie your bootlaces in the manner suggested; or suffer the lonliness and abjuration of hoppingness on one foot) Follow me: I. next: X: now :D, very good now, 非常好！ now we have :K (sounds like 快 。。。 sorta) then `twenty one' (sounds like 图问题问。。。sorta) now, ya gots it. ！！ You can now enter the code!
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Ah yes, who can forget H.R. Giger and his `Penis Landscape' circa 1984, centrefold for the Dead Kennedy's `Frankenchrist' . Rows upon rows of penis s copulating doggy style. Oh the heady dayz of 1980s punk. Good thing this is in `Jingkids'. Or is it only `Jingkids International'?
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So there was Sam, Sam, Hairy and Job. Hairy was an hairy man an he liked his mess of pottage he did. Sam (the second) bounced , younger brother of Hairy, jocundly and profusely thereabouts. How this ends we all know, except for the first Sam, whom by reports retired to solitude somewhere in Tibet.
Enter the evil communinatrix below. likedty split buddy.
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Pop the following button, sneeze clearly on ye sleeve.
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The `health measures' did not come into existence to deal with the `pandemic'; rather the `pandemic' was created to produce the `health measures'. `Health measures' including, universal tracking, universal control of movement, (and soon) universal control of access to money. That is, all money will become digitized and non-physical, non-anonymous. The only money will be on your phone, and can be turned off lickety split. Access to money and the ability to buy and sell will be completely controlled.
The actual `pandemic' per se, is completely fraudulent. There was not,-- and is-- not, a pandemic.
Re: This Safe & Sane Group Poll Provides Some Insight Into...
So the private high school I am working at in Zhejiang had the Mighty Clovid come rip roaring through. Dozens of students testing positve, entire student body sent home. So Friday afternoon all the staff... teaching staff, administrative staff etc (of the English Department, and other departmenst) all ordered to get single test tube Covid test. Which I duly du. Of the 15 members of our wechat group, 14 of them tested positive, got themselves a red code. Thus need to isolate. A handful, (i think 4 or 5) had mild symptoms.. low grade fever, coughing. One of the bunch, in short ..me, had a negative result, no symptoms whatsoever. It just so happens that one of the bunch, that is : me, has never had a vaccination in his adult life and all the rest had gotten every shot, every booster, whatever they were told to get. This hardly a scientific review of evidence, nonetheless, scratch yer head a wee bit.
Re: This Safe & Sane Group Poll Provides Some Insight Into...
It takes a special kinna Musclemann tho to be a Sufi, -- yas gotsa be a good dancer fer one, and it helps to be aShamsed a bit. Best not to thro out the Bab with the Ba'ath water, Tho. That would be inSufierable.
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Re: This Safe & Sane Group Poll Provides Some Insight Into...
There is a very pertinent Sufi tale that relates in a fundamental way to the incipience and progress of the dreaded illness that plagues our world. Don't be fooled by my words. When I say plague, I mean PLAGUE, BUDDY!
Anyways, a great prophet was raised up from the wilderness, --as the world is wont to do,-- to admonish, warn, and to save.
Kidder was his name. This apt named Kidder explained that soon all the water in the world would disappear, and be supplanted, after 40 days and 40 nights, with different water.
`The new water will drive you mad' Kidder explained, `To save yourselves, you must hoard all the water here on earth. Save it, and you will be saved.'
Alas, but one man paid Kidder heed. This fellow, mashang, (that's an adverb, not a name) began collecting all the water he could. From rivers and streams, ponds and pools-- nay, verily into puddles, cricks, ditches and sloughs did the water he source.
This water he did save... wineskins, plastic tubs, empty 2.46 liter ergoutou bottles... any vessel of the name `vessel' did he fill, and stashed away in a secret cave, which location was known only to himself. That's... um... like why it was secret.
Lo and behold, old Kidder weren't kiddin, and yuelaiyue, the rivers up did dry, the merciful rain from heaven did up an desist, lakes did Saharafy,-- in short the world was dry as a leftover chickenfinger bone left on a south facing windowsill in August.
Nonetheless, this unnamed man, sitting alone in his Stygian tenebrosity, remained well hydrated, and ate lots of garlic, mung bean sprouts, read hisself some Sufi tales (in Brail, obviously, duh) thus remaining hale and hearty.
True to the prophet Kidder's words, after a time, times, and half a time, did the new waters replenish the lakes and pools and rivers.
Those residents that did survive, but barely, the drought, were overjoyed and supped their fill of delicious new water.
The cave man (now known to be known as `Mashang') thus returned his way to his fellow village folk in hope of re-commencing his erstwhile communion themswith.
`Hail there fellow wellmet'! (that's an adverb, not a name) he was heard to remonstrate with erst companions.
Alas, what but blank eyes though did dodder through their slobbering gulps of `new' water.
Mashang (that's a name, not an adverb) was crushed. The villagers had all gone mad, what's more, contended that in fact he-Mashang- was the one that was mad.
Such being the case Mashang was driven to isolation, loneliness and bereftness of human companionship.
At long last Mashang could bear it no more: `Give me some of your mad water!' finally Mashang bellowed.
Thus: imbibing, slaking, and forgetting-- indeed did Mashang come to love Big Brother.
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Not making this up. Indeed this is a Sufi tale . Them Sufi's clever folks they is. Enough to give one hope, of a sort.
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Lord have mercy,! Waimai drivers fallin ill of the Clovid hoofed devil, penurious staff callin in sick dedevilled by sniffles. Watt has our world come to? Can't even git me a luscious Juicy Burgery (TM) lickety split. All I knows is that the only thin I bin sick uh last thirty plus years has come outa a bottle. Ain't been vaccinated since i was a baby beyond my memory, at my mother's behest, and ain't had no medicine since I had a touch of a drippsy off my weewee, owin to an ill spent night in Prince Rupert, just before leaving on a salmon troller, and two weeks of pissing glass. Other than that I think I mayuh had a toucha turbuleaocus, after another ill-spent night in Prince George lickin on ill regarded sweet meats. But since then have had not a cough, sore throat, fever, respiratory distress of any sort . Not even no phlegm, though on occasion phlegmatic. Must be the nightly 3 raw cloves uh garlic. Thus, my dread of the MIGHTY COVID is somewhere between lightnin strike or turnin gay, which I deem likely in odds.