I learnt again that NO superstructure
can survive a faulty or weak foundation.r
I found out that Therion made a great cover of Les Sucettes by Serge Gainsbourg.
I feel that this song is really about me...
I learnt that JB is not the Epicurean that I credited him to be.
At least not when in the realm of comestibles.
My God Man you are in Reno, home of many good to
finest eating establishments...McDonalds?!?!?
Crikey, next you will confess to eating chili from
He who has never envied the vegetable has missed the human drama. --Emil Cioran
Yes Harke, but the display of such is not desired by the management of this forum.
My friend Furry from Virginia City wants to extend an invitation to meet in Reno...
"Climb out from your position under the bridge. Meet me downtown on the banks of
Truckee at 2000PST and I'll let you sample my personal horseypop. Bring napkins, it
could get messy." I'll be waiting...
Sorry, I double checked with Furry and he says
This is a non pussy sanctioned event and her
credentials are inadequate for sponsorship into
the private meeting you have been invited to
^ I hope my friend Robot Unicorn is allowed to partake. Yes he has a boring taste in music but his long "horn" makes up for a lot...
Those people who went out and spent tens of thousands of euros of their own money trying to educate themselves while your young men were vainly practicing with a two-colored cape to be a toreador on Monjuic?
Those people who took a well earned vacation in your city only to be molested by North African and Eastern European pickpockets because your various police forces were to busy watching Manolo Escobar on television?
Those people who actually pumped money in your morose deathconomy while your girls where buying sex from Black homeless immigrants sleeping at Plaša de Catalunya?
Yes, If those people were being white Eurotrash, I plead guilty of the same.
Last edited by Harke the Boeotarch; February 12th, 2013 at 07:41 AM.
You may need to repeat to yourself that old colonial tale of superior European nations (real European, white, skinny and speaking some sort of babble with lots of consonants put together, especially the ones that sound like you were having a hard time tryinng to swallow your saliva) who are superior even in their lower layers to the cream of inferior nations of sunnier lazy lands, but now you repeat it because you are becoming aware of the fact that there is nothing really intrinsecally different, let alone superior in a Dutch over a Spaniard or a Pole.
Anyway, as I said, you are talking only about your trashy experience of the trashier areas in BCN. Trash are a nation of their own, in different places, in different languages.
Last edited by belamo; February 12th, 2013 at 01:55 PM.
If all that fails, squatting would try to make easy what is anyway coming in a hard way...
Last edited by belamo; February 12th, 2013 at 02:08 PM.
I found out belamo has poop that is less dense than the water it floats in.
Something that I thought was officially in the past might not be. I'm not...overly surprised by that. But now I'm wondering how to deal with it when the time comes...which I'm pretty sure it will.
You meant something like "synonym"? Rather an hypernonym for all the states from Lisboa to Moscow... and from the Appalachian to the Rocky.
^ No, I meant "anagram". There's a nice clip for you in the music thread.
I learned about "bingle" today. Canadians are weird...
I learnt that at the Italian beauty parlor at the crossing of Passeig de GrÓcia with Diagonal you can get a "FACIAL" for Ç35, and a "BLOW dry" for Ç20. It was painted over the whole surface of the windows with big letters in white paint, or semen or milk or whatever that was.
Last edited by belamo; February 15th, 2013 at 05:26 PM.
I was reminded what I learnt long ago,
Don't ask no fucking question what you
either don't already know the answer to...
or you are prepared to deal with anything.
N'est Ce Pas
Today I had dinner with a friend who was in prison for awhile recently. And today, I learned that some guys in prison will take broken dominos, and shape them into hearts or letters of the alphabet. Then, they'll have them "surgically" placed into their cocks using a razor blade and a few guys to hold him steady and keep him from screaming. I however did not learn why. That's probably just as well.
Damn the "frathouse" group is hot!!
They break them themselves, no? I'm having all kinds of visions of Pokemon style duels where lethal pieces of black plastic fly all over the place.
Last edited by Harke the Boeotarch; February 16th, 2013 at 11:50 AM.
It took me about a half an hour to learn how to play Johann Burgmuller's Arabesque on the piano. Feeling pretty accomplished.