A few times when I was in Africa I offered to buy dead chickens. With feathers. they were cheaper, about $2 or 170 tanzanian Shillingis. Gold pressed latinum.
My Swahili wasn't very good and a guy made me pay $3 instead of the $0.30 the he was asking. Haha, whatever, I hope it worked out well for him.
But today I was not getting ripped off. I went to the Vietnamese store and ordered an entire pig.
Yeah, I was probably drunk. Yeah, it cost more than $3.
When I woke up this morning there were three lesbians on my couch. And there was one straight male, whom I hoped to God was going to come to my room, but didn't. Another sad chapter in my life.
So the cab would not allow the pig into his trunk unless is was wrapped. There was a lot of angry Vietnamese noise but the cab driver and the pig dealer came to an agreement.
Once upon a time I lived with a Norwegian in a strange house in Alliston Ontario., A very large pipe organ. His brother came from Norway and I think mental health issues ended that story.
So when I got the pig home, actually nobody helped me. I think the cabbie was just happy to get me to my house. I had to drag the pig up my stairs, unlock my door, and then in my kitchen, cut its neck to make blood sausage. I put in African "Aro" spice.
I would love to link to Bach's "Toccata and Fugue".
You are welcome to come here for dinner. Fresh meat, lots of prostitutes on both genders, all the cocaine you can snort, and a gentle bed when you need to calk down.
-jM
A&D
My Swahili wasn't very good and a guy made me pay $3 instead of the $0.30 the he was asking. Haha, whatever, I hope it worked out well for him.
But today I was not getting ripped off. I went to the Vietnamese store and ordered an entire pig.
Yeah, I was probably drunk. Yeah, it cost more than $3.
When I woke up this morning there were three lesbians on my couch. And there was one straight male, whom I hoped to God was going to come to my room, but didn't. Another sad chapter in my life.
So the cab would not allow the pig into his trunk unless is was wrapped. There was a lot of angry Vietnamese noise but the cab driver and the pig dealer came to an agreement.
Once upon a time I lived with a Norwegian in a strange house in Alliston Ontario., A very large pipe organ. His brother came from Norway and I think mental health issues ended that story.
So when I got the pig home, actually nobody helped me. I think the cabbie was just happy to get me to my house. I had to drag the pig up my stairs, unlock my door, and then in my kitchen, cut its neck to make blood sausage. I put in African "Aro" spice.
I would love to link to Bach's "Toccata and Fugue".
You are welcome to come here for dinner. Fresh meat, lots of prostitutes on both genders, all the cocaine you can snort, and a gentle bed when you need to calk down.
-jM
A&D
