DONT DO IT AT THE BAR AT SHARKYS! At least have the decency to put a meal in you before you consume more alcohol than you can handle.
Dude just blew chunks all over the bar and floor clearing out a 2 meter area around him though the smell cleared out a wider area. Could have been curry. Obviously not enough to absorb.
If you are this guy, remember next time to make an effort to get to the SHITTER, again SHITTER. NOT the URINAL, NOT the SINK!
HATS OFF TO SHARKY GIRLS WHO HAD TO DEAL WITH IT.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
More Bull Shit ! ! !
PAMPLONA, SPAIN—Following a series of brutal attacks, Spanish Prime Minister José Luis Zapatero pledged Monday that he "will not rest until Spain is free of rampaging bulls."Zapatero introduces his agenda in the fight against Spain's vicious enemy (below)
"Bulls are ruthless animals that run our young men down in the streets without regard for guilt or innocence," Zapatero said. "Doggedly pursuing their agenda of destruction, they are deaf to pleas for mercy, and they care nothing about the suffering they cause as they rout and trample novillero, picador, and matador alike."
Zapatero said the government has no estimate of the number of bulls currently living in Spain, due to the animals' stealthy nature.
"The beasts hide in the nation's pastures, quietly ruminating over their vicious agendas," Zapatero said. "They often lie dormant for years, posing as innocent calves until they expose themselves as the brutes they are. Then, they attack in arenas, when the crowds are at their maximum capacity, in order to incite fear and shock among the citizenry."
Spain Vows Eternal Vigilance In War On Bulls
"We can no longer sit and watch as the bulls gore our brave young men to death," Zapatero added. "To those who say this problem is too widespread for the Spanish government to tackle, I say 'Toro!'"
Zapatero has established a cabinet-level Department of Bovine Security and a color-coded system that will alert the general public to the likelihood of an animal rampage. A green flag waved by the president indicates a low risk of bull attack. Magenta and gold capes, when worn by footmen, peones, or capeadores, indicate an elevated threat level. A colorful ring of banderilla around the bull's neck indicates a high threat level. In the case of a severe threat, a red flag is waved, and a bull attack is imminent.
"We can't afford to lose the war on bulls," Zapatero said. "When bulls unleash their brand of chaos, they leave massive destruction in their paths, as the tragic events of July 7 in Pamplona have proven time and again for the last 400 years."
Some Spanish citizens allege that the government's efforts to stop bull attacks are creating anti-bovine sentiment among the citizenry, and several watchdog organizations have been created to protect the rights of cows.
"Violent bulls represent a small minority of all ruminants," Bovine Rights Now representative Adora Moreno said. "Most cows are docile herbivores with no desire to harm a living soul. They are productive members of society, providing us with milk, meat, and leather goods. They should be granted the same dignity we afford other species."
Zapatero said that, while some citizens expressed displeasure with the additional security checkpoints in public and private pastures across the nation, the precautions are "an unfortunate necessity in these troubled times."
Bulls terrorize citizens in the streets of Pamplona.
The Spanish government has earmarked funds for 10,000 new matadors, as well as gates, pink stockings, and embroidered jackets.
"Our matadors wish to ensure the safety of the Spanish people and tourists alike," Zapatero said. "These bulls may gracefully dodge the swords and spears of justice, but our men will not back down. They shall engage the bulls with intricate goading, ritualized mockery, and the hypnotic waving of streamers. They will not stop posing in their sequined suits until every bull is removed from the arena, and every torero is free from fear of tossing, trampling, and goring."
Added Zapatero: "We are men. Under no condition will we accede to the whims of the bull."
Military officials have been careful to state that it could take years or even decades to eradicate the menace of the bulls. They plan to enlist the help of other nations in the fight, by recruiting bullfighting specialists from Mexico and Argentina.
"This will be a long, hard war, but we will win, through vigilance and determination," Spanish Defense Minister Jose Bono said. "We will arm ourselves with the banderilla of readiness and muleta of vigilance. There will be no mercy for the bull. We will find them wherever they hide, and we will round them up and contain them in pens. Viva toreros and viva España!"
Zapatero said the government has no estimate of the number of bulls currently living in Spain, due to the animals' stealthy nature.
"The beasts hide in the nation's pastures, quietly ruminating over their vicious agendas," Zapatero said. "They often lie dormant for years, posing as innocent calves until they expose themselves as the brutes they are. Then, they attack in arenas, when the crowds are at their maximum capacity, in order to incite fear and shock among the citizenry."
Spain Vows Eternal Vigilance In War On Bulls
"We can no longer sit and watch as the bulls gore our brave young men to death," Zapatero added. "To those who say this problem is too widespread for the Spanish government to tackle, I say 'Toro!'"
Zapatero has established a cabinet-level Department of Bovine Security and a color-coded system that will alert the general public to the likelihood of an animal rampage. A green flag waved by the president indicates a low risk of bull attack. Magenta and gold capes, when worn by footmen, peones, or capeadores, indicate an elevated threat level. A colorful ring of banderilla around the bull's neck indicates a high threat level. In the case of a severe threat, a red flag is waved, and a bull attack is imminent.
"We can't afford to lose the war on bulls," Zapatero said. "When bulls unleash their brand of chaos, they leave massive destruction in their paths, as the tragic events of July 7 in Pamplona have proven time and again for the last 400 years."
Some Spanish citizens allege that the government's efforts to stop bull attacks are creating anti-bovine sentiment among the citizenry, and several watchdog organizations have been created to protect the rights of cows.
"Violent bulls represent a small minority of all ruminants," Bovine Rights Now representative Adora Moreno said. "Most cows are docile herbivores with no desire to harm a living soul. They are productive members of society, providing us with milk, meat, and leather goods. They should be granted the same dignity we afford other species."
Zapatero said that, while some citizens expressed displeasure with the additional security checkpoints in public and private pastures across the nation, the precautions are "an unfortunate necessity in these troubled times."
Bulls terrorize citizens in the streets of Pamplona.
The Spanish government has earmarked funds for 10,000 new matadors, as well as gates, pink stockings, and embroidered jackets.
"Our matadors wish to ensure the safety of the Spanish people and tourists alike," Zapatero said. "These bulls may gracefully dodge the swords and spears of justice, but our men will not back down. They shall engage the bulls with intricate goading, ritualized mockery, and the hypnotic waving of streamers. They will not stop posing in their sequined suits until every bull is removed from the arena, and every torero is free from fear of tossing, trampling, and goring."
Added Zapatero: "We are men. Under no condition will we accede to the whims of the bull."
Military officials have been careful to state that it could take years or even decades to eradicate the menace of the bulls. They plan to enlist the help of other nations in the fight, by recruiting bullfighting specialists from Mexico and Argentina.
"This will be a long, hard war, but we will win, through vigilance and determination," Spanish Defense Minister Jose Bono said. "We will arm ourselves with the banderilla of readiness and muleta of vigilance. There will be no mercy for the bull. We will find them wherever they hide, and we will round them up and contain them in pens. Viva toreros and viva España!"
Friday, July 20, 2007
Hi [Mom and/or Dad]
Hi [insert personal prefix], sorry i missed your call but had to hawk the phone. Don't worry, I got him right where I want him even if i have to die to get him there. Thanks again for the antihistamines. They really did the trick! Hope the new addition to the mezzanine's going well. If y'all need, there's a lot of cheap labour over here (#9 *smirk* ;-)=
Have looked everywhere but only came up with a bit extra, the rest I suspect is safely stashed away in property overseas or asian/latin emerging markets. Anyway, don't worry, all is going okay, just a bit behind schedule. Been chained to the toilet for the past couple days.
Say, how's brother Chhtrung doing anyway? It's been a bit of a bitch here lately but it's all worth it as long as he finally gets that fellowship at John's Hopkins. You shoulda seen this fat Pattaya fuck the other night. The fat bastard had to lift his goddamn belly to pee on me! You'd think these guys heard of a few situps, or maybe a little yogourt? Anyway, sorry about the potty mouth [insert personal prefix], kinda tends to rub off over here.
Anyway, enough about me. How's that 63 inch PPM63H3 Samsung doing? Apparently was top of the line over there according to the Korean english teacher dude. Looking forward to finally seeing it this coming new year years in April! (I'm still invited, right?)
Anyway, gotta run, this one's apparently big in glue or some shit like that.
Kisses!
Your Loving Daughter, [your name here]
translation provided by phillipe! translation services inc. ©2007 all rights reserved
Have looked everywhere but only came up with a bit extra, the rest I suspect is safely stashed away in property overseas or asian/latin emerging markets. Anyway, don't worry, all is going okay, just a bit behind schedule. Been chained to the toilet for the past couple days.
Say, how's brother Chhtrung doing anyway? It's been a bit of a bitch here lately but it's all worth it as long as he finally gets that fellowship at John's Hopkins. You shoulda seen this fat Pattaya fuck the other night. The fat bastard had to lift his goddamn belly to pee on me! You'd think these guys heard of a few situps, or maybe a little yogourt? Anyway, sorry about the potty mouth [insert personal prefix], kinda tends to rub off over here.
Anyway, enough about me. How's that 63 inch PPM63H3 Samsung doing? Apparently was top of the line over there according to the Korean english teacher dude. Looking forward to finally seeing it this coming new year years in April! (I'm still invited, right?)
Anyway, gotta run, this one's apparently big in glue or some shit like that.
Kisses!
Your Loving Daughter, [your name here]
translation provided by phillipe! translation services inc. ©2007 all rights reserved
Friday, July 13, 2007
Where the White Women At?
TGI - mutherfuk'n - F. Not a moment too soon. I'm off for a mellow night on the town. Out? Consider:
Teukei Bar:
French-owned and cool place to hang out - not mutually exclusive. (Just seems that way sometimes.) Newly installed manager Phillipe is out to prove my point. He recently returned from some time in South America, Now he's back and has taken over management of the Teukei Bar on 23b street near the Capital Guesthouse. Party Tionight:
In the mood to get down with a different crowd? They are open tonight. Better take advantage since they aren't open very often. Do the hefty backpacker chicks at the lake know about this? They will after I hit the Lonely Planet Thorn Tree. Imagine. A place where fat, sweaty backpacker chicks done up in Khao San Rd braids can find the man(dingo) of their dreams... I like it when everyone's happy.
It's who I am.
More soon.....
Teukei Bar:
French-owned and cool place to hang out - not mutually exclusive. (Just seems that way sometimes.) Newly installed manager Phillipe is out to prove my point. He recently returned from some time in South America, Now he's back and has taken over management of the Teukei Bar on 23b street near the Capital Guesthouse. Party Tionight:
- 10pm - Late they're having an "opening" party. Look for "Vinyl Mixed by DJ Rupert." $1.50 Caipirinhas. (Not sure what that is but - it'll only cost you $1.50 to find out.)
In the mood to get down with a different crowd? They are open tonight. Better take advantage since they aren't open very often. Do the hefty backpacker chicks at the lake know about this? They will after I hit the Lonely Planet Thorn Tree. Imagine. A place where fat, sweaty backpacker chicks done up in Khao San Rd braids can find the man(dingo) of their dreams... I like it when everyone's happy.
It's who I am.
More soon.....
Living in Cambodia...Karma & Fate...hold that thought...
This is not how my post originally was supposed to come out. It had deep meaning full thoughts and prose. To stimulate contemplation of Cambodian life and how the reader fits into it. But suddenly without warning just the topics of discussion which I drew upon to inspire those thoughts jumped me from the dark...literally!
I just finished typing out a long detailed post about living in Cambodia, snow, sledding, karma ,and fate. About to swing the cursor over the publish post button and left click the mouse and fate kicks me in the fucking teeth! The power supply on this pitching and rolling place I call
"Absolutely No Place At All That Even Fucking Resembles Home!!!"
goes out and I lose over an hour plus worth of writing and deep concentrated thought...in an instant. I only concentrate harder while sitting on the can trying to push one through the hoop!
So I am left with just a shitty excuse for a potentially decent post. When you have a good thought to share and start rolling it sucks to get knee capped. Okay maybe that is a bit dramatic but even on a small scale forces can conspire against you. Fate was watching and karma must have gave the go signal to flip off the breaker.
"Fuck you
both!!! Karma...Fate...you may get me in the end but I will get mine
first...Ha!"
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
The Innovator
Not to go off on another rant about some funny bar story, but that's where most of them seem to come from and its what I do best. This one comes from a popular cool place in Area 51 we all know and love but for some people, occasionally need to detest. Semi-regular guy and his birthday celebrating chum go in for a beverage. Being the kind of guy he is asks the outside door dudes and an independent motodop at the scene, if they would like a beer too. Eight beers later (i'm thinking about 9 minutes) he asks for the git and gets it... up the culo. $20. Owner explains: since they work at the bar, the outside dudes (and apparently the moto too) were drinking at lady drink prices. So, another Cambodia first, we now have lady drinks for the gents too. Innovation's a bit like daddy's pistol, best kept safely locked away and out of junior's hands. Area 51 bar: apparently still exasperating its loyal clientele one customer at a time.
Standing room only at the Freebird 4th of July party. Both of them. Great free chow, many free drinks, great spinning by DJ Big Daddy, and the usual entertaining crowd. A bit like explosives. Consistently fun but can be dangerous. Thought about the embassy party for a bit but I get self conscious having my retina's scanned and every word I utter getting bounced off a satellite down to some bunker in Quantico, VA.
Good night at Shanghai. Some guy won the draft draw and spread the wealth among the girls and customers. Classy move. Hours later some of it even made it to me. Seemed to drink most of the night and the git came to a wopping $2.50. Taco Shack takeout arrived and was greeted with enthusiasm. Welcome back Taco Shack, you were missed.
Was invited to be camera fodder for a local publication's cover shots. Was hungover but made it through the shoot without shouting "Europe" into the toilet. Seem to recall quite a few very attractive ladies laughing at some overcooked ham in front of the camera trying to stuff a whole burger into his mouth.
Would write more but a show about women in prison just came on. What is it about women in cages anyway?
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Lightning Strikes and A Neighborhood in Dismay
Put in a new poll, but it may not last long. Have a feeling "Hell will freeze over" is to be the overwhelming winner. 
California 2 Guesthouse:
Good place to spend rainy season. Chill by the river, down cheap vodkas, pray for scooter douches to crash into each other, and watch storms blow past. Someone directly across the river seems to have pissed off the gods since angry bolts of lightening seem to slam into that particular area all the time. Good show. Lightening that stretches from cloud to ground is pretty fucking cool - as long as they don't strike anywhere near you. But it's not all about the weather:
Moved again. Moved out of NGO-land to the middle of nowhere. Somehow it didn't work out. Thankfully, she's back and in stumbling range of Walkabout. Looking to develop a late night scene. The new place: Cute staff ($5 bar fines), long bar-top, pool table... Plans for A/C, dart board, and a new sound system. Looking to get some freelance traffic in there as well. Smoke friendly, honest drinks, and My Lien. She's pretty darn cool and deserves to do well.
Bar 104:
Fish tanks bore me. I'm not married, don't buy girls CRVs, or have an EU stipend, so what the fuck else am I going to do on Street 104. And besides - the owners know what works. Stocked with lookers, good tunes, nice line of single malts, and even absinthe and proper rolling papers ($1). I think they even sell phone cards but can't recall (...I was kind of fucked-up last time I was in there.)
Do It All Bar:
The heart of Africa comes to a shop house near 63 and Sihanouk. Or did it? Seems to be closed more often than it's open. Opening night: best part was watching the neighborhoo
d Khmers
gawk in dismay while 30+ brothers chilled out in an open, unfurnished shop house, dancing, shooting the shit, and getting wasted on cans of beer straight from a cooler.
The place closed. A week later - reopened with a proper enclosed glass front, some nice bar lighting on the inside and a Khmer parking attendant out front. I checked the scene - more people chilling outside than actually in the bar. Dudes seemed content to buy cheaper cans of beer from the mini-mart across the street and slam them out front than actually go inside and buy a drink. Not a formula that works for the neighbors. Been closed this past week. I have a feeling the 'hood will be coming up with "zoning" conflicts 'til then end of their lease:
No African bar shall be allowed to operate within 100 ft of any school, temple, hospital, brothel, stolen phone fence, or video-crack center...
I commiserate. Heroine smuggling blood diamond dealers need a place to call their own, but it's universal, man. You Can't Fight City Hall.
So then, until I can remember the other shit that's happened...Stay Strong
California 2 Guesthouse:
Good place to spend rainy season. Chill by the river, down cheap vodkas, pray for scooter douches to crash into each other, and watch storms blow past. Someone directly across the river seems to have pissed off the gods since angry bolts of lightening seem to slam into that particular area all the time. Good show. Lightening that stretches from cloud to ground is pretty fucking cool - as long as they don't strike anywhere near you. But it's not all about the weather:
- The FlyingFinn - Cool dude with a new name. The Finn Who Couldn't Fly - A week before heading back to the land of reindeer, cell phones, and kick-ass vodka, he falls HARD and smashes in the back of his head. Traded a couple pints of blood for a nasty bump and stitches. Fast forward one week - he's back on the town. History repeats. In the name of symmetry, he does his face. Reports: a broken nose, more stitches, and more lost blood. Somehow he made his AM flight and did the 20+ hrs (?) back to Helsinki - both ends of his head bashed in. Everyone wishing for a speedy recovery. We must all remember - No snow here to cushion your fall. Everyone digging the 120 proof ass-pocket bottles of Finnish hooch he dispensed before leaving. 60% alcohol in a plastic bottle. Cool.
- Complaints about the Pavillion Hotel. Never even seen the place but the 411: Loves gays. Hates kids. Won't allow mixed-race couples - even married ones have been asked to leave. A hotel too big for its butt plug? Well, on behalf of the masses:
FUCK YOU PAVILLION HOTEL (I spit on you 10 thousand times...)
- Long-time Ozzpat vying with DonBong to see who can have the longest hair and lose the most cell phones. Well....GAME ON my friend. (But I may be in over my head here....)
- Vientiane. More money, better working conditions, a great relocation package....but the bars close around 11. No deal.
Moved again. Moved out of NGO-land to the middle of nowhere. Somehow it didn't work out. Thankfully, she's back and in stumbling range of Walkabout. Looking to develop a late night scene. The new place: Cute staff ($5 bar fines), long bar-top, pool table... Plans for A/C, dart board, and a new sound system. Looking to get some freelance traffic in there as well. Smoke friendly, honest drinks, and My Lien. She's pretty darn cool and deserves to do well.
Bar 104:
Fish tanks bore me. I'm not married, don't buy girls CRVs, or have an EU stipend, so what the fuck else am I going to do on Street 104. And besides - the owners know what works. Stocked with lookers, good tunes, nice line of single malts, and even absinthe and proper rolling papers ($1). I think they even sell phone cards but can't recall (...I was kind of fucked-up last time I was in there.)
Do It All Bar:
The heart of Africa comes to a shop house near 63 and Sihanouk. Or did it? Seems to be closed more often than it's open. Opening night: best part was watching the neighborhoo
d Khmersgawk in dismay while 30+ brothers chilled out in an open, unfurnished shop house, dancing, shooting the shit, and getting wasted on cans of beer straight from a cooler.
The place closed. A week later - reopened with a proper enclosed glass front, some nice bar lighting on the inside and a Khmer parking attendant out front. I checked the scene - more people chilling outside than actually in the bar. Dudes seemed content to buy cheaper cans of beer from the mini-mart across the street and slam them out front than actually go inside and buy a drink. Not a formula that works for the neighbors. Been closed this past week. I have a feeling the 'hood will be coming up with "zoning" conflicts 'til then end of their lease:
Municipal Code AF.2007 Sub Sect C:
No African bar shall be allowed to operate within 100 ft of any school, temple, hospital, brothel, stolen phone fence, or video-crack center...
I commiserate. Heroine smuggling blood diamond dealers need a place to call their own, but it's universal, man. You Can't Fight City Hall.
So then, until I can remember the other shit that's happened...Stay Strong
Monday, July 09, 2007
Poll Results: Who Gets It?
I have to get this poll off the blog before I get anymore death wishes. So far more people want me done than some asshole in a Che Guevara t-shirt. (Fuckers....) So, here's the final tally.
The Confidential Poll
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Sunday, July 08, 2007
Good Times and Crossdressing Enemies of Freedom
Running out of smoke the day you decide to stop drinking sucks. So does getting your head stepped on by some asshole in a dress.
Sharky Bar:
A great time. The Curtis King Band rocked the house for the annual 4th of July Party. Hear they laid it down right. Zunk helped out on the vocals and Happy Man broke out the Afro wig and got his groove on. Happy gets down. I should go to his bar (Happy Man Bar) more often. Jack Daniels promotion night going on. Jack is good. Jack is right for the 4th of July - and Kurtis King puts on a kick-ass show - strong music and stage presence....But the dude in the Vietnam t-shirt...
Like everyone else that night, the dudes from the promo company were partying hard and celebrating the freedom to get wasted and lay your head down on the bar - and remain unmolested. Not too much to expect. Unless your an Aoi Dai-wearing fairy. The band's vocalist, Simon, may be the enfante terrible of the Saigon expat crowd - and I'm sure he'd be a hit at the Elselwhere 1st Friday party - and the Salt Lounge glory hole - but what the fuck made him think it was a good idea to put his foot on a passed-out Khmer kid's head in front of his co-workers and boss? Khmer's put up with a lot of bad behavior but going out your way to make them lose face is pure dumb-ass. It'd piss me off and I don't have all that cultural baggage about feet and the head.
It sent his boss and the dudes from the promo company into a frenzy and had them in a loud and complaining mood all night. They bitched, moaned, and threatened to anyone who'd listen - and - yeah - that's what happens when you step on a Khmer kid's head in front of a bunch of people for no good reason. Harsh criticism? His antics create ill-will that others need to live with.
July 4th (7th) at the US Embassy:
About what everyone expected. A $3-$4 ticket, background check, and pat-down at the door got you into a business-type function where everyone wanted to be on their best behavior. Decent (safe and inoffensive) music. An embarrassing song/dance review told the"Story of America." A hot dog eating contest. Fireworks and a $7 t-shirts to commemorate the event. Cool to see people playing "Dunk the Ambassador." Nice for Khmers to see the High and Mighty having some fun - can you imagine some "Excellency" being dunked in the name of fun and charity. His bodyguards would blow the shit out of you before you launched the 1st baseball.
Vendors made out nicely. Sharky sold out of everything including the roasted pig. The whole pig - and when the meat was gone someone came and bought the head. Tongue sold separately.
Hope you are all celebrating freedom and the pursuit of happiness. I'll try and post more often but hey - it's "...summertime...and the livin' is easy...."
Sharky Bar:
A great time. The Curtis King Band rocked the house for the annual 4th of July Party. Hear they laid it down right. Zunk helped out on the vocals and Happy Man broke out the Afro wig and got his groove on. Happy gets down. I should go to his bar (Happy Man Bar) more often. Jack Daniels promotion night going on. Jack is good. Jack is right for the 4th of July - and Kurtis King puts on a kick-ass show - strong music and stage presence....But the dude in the Vietnam t-shirt...
Like everyone else that night, the dudes from the promo company were partying hard and celebrating the freedom to get wasted and lay your head down on the bar - and remain unmolested. Not too much to expect. Unless your an Aoi Dai-wearing fairy. The band's vocalist, Simon, may be the enfante terrible of the Saigon expat crowd - and I'm sure he'd be a hit at the Elselwhere 1st Friday party - and the Salt Lounge glory hole - but what the fuck made him think it was a good idea to put his foot on a passed-out Khmer kid's head in front of his co-workers and boss? Khmer's put up with a lot of bad behavior but going out your way to make them lose face is pure dumb-ass. It'd piss me off and I don't have all that cultural baggage about feet and the head.
It sent his boss and the dudes from the promo company into a frenzy and had them in a loud and complaining mood all night. They bitched, moaned, and threatened to anyone who'd listen - and - yeah - that's what happens when you step on a Khmer kid's head in front of a bunch of people for no good reason. Harsh criticism? His antics create ill-will that others need to live with.
July 4th (7th) at the US Embassy:
About what everyone expected. A $3-$4 ticket, background check, and pat-down at the door got you into a business-type function where everyone wanted to be on their best behavior. Decent (safe and inoffensive) music. An embarrassing song/dance review told the"Story of America." A hot dog eating contest. Fireworks and a $7 t-shirts to commemorate the event. Cool to see people playing "Dunk the Ambassador." Nice for Khmers to see the High and Mighty having some fun - can you imagine some "Excellency" being dunked in the name of fun and charity. His bodyguards would blow the shit out of you before you launched the 1st baseball.
Vendors made out nicely. Sharky sold out of everything including the roasted pig. The whole pig - and when the meat was gone someone came and bought the head. Tongue sold separately.
Hope you are all celebrating freedom and the pursuit of happiness. I'll try and post more often but hey - it's "...summertime...and the livin' is easy...."
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Saturday Night
Ran dry on mobi-cash and was forced out into the street to buy a phone card at 9:45 pm. Messages not sending. Although it's happened many times already it still takes a couple hours till I clue in that my phone simply ran out of loi. Had to work the next morning but thought as long as I'm out... wtf. Ran into some of the lads at Cali and had a very civilized time there before kit-loying out and trying to catch Publishing Magnate the fonz out at skankhigh for a nightcap. Unfortunately missed him but had a great time being felt-up again by the wee bonny lass sre-so-whats'ernameagain in her blue tartan school-girl outfit. As a good friend would say "oh, she was over the top man!" and oh man, was he right. Something about a cleopatra hairdoo in a kilt really blows my bagpipes.
Anyway, a bit of a lame post, sorry. It was an early night. Although I did get to throw a few rocks at my neighbour through his window before going to sleep so all things considered it was a pretty good night.
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