Oh great, now it is important only to know where we have been in the last 7 days. How about last 10 days? How about 8 days, is that cool? Maybe I hafta chill for a day, then I'm good. I am sure this is based on the latest science. The whole charade is so facile and fake that anyone with a brain could see through it two years ago. Apparently few people with brains left.
I am maybe an old fasioned guy. But this is what I see as a workable marriage:t
You take care of the house. I take care of the money. You cook, clean everywhere, except don't step foot in my office, as I gots papers and books all over the place, so I don't want you f*ckin with them. If'n your bored and unfullfiled, by all means, go take a yoga class. Read the kids bedtime stoiries, I only want sex three time a week, and I will make sure you feel good.
Regards, Ward Cleaver
(y'all gionna hafta decide if I am in earnest or jest)
Last night I dreamt of hosannas ringing throughout the land, jubilation and angelic trumpet blastings of joy as the stolid masses of humanity were released from severe deprivation and hardship. As I woke from slumber, I lay for a while, cogitating over what possible meaning this dream could presage. I stumble from bed to computer, hopeful for news. Perhaps Justin Trudeau has been in an airplane crash, I think optimistically.
Then onto the Beijinger, with the above notification. Now I understand.
Actually this is a disaster. It means a news drought for TBJ. I suppose I could try to help. Stage a sex scandal. Sadly, we solo acts tend to get ignored.
Mebbe TBJ could hold a contest. Whoever breaks his post's CAPCHA code first gets an ice cream based ice cream product or sumpin. I mean, I KNOW there are secret messages in the codes. Had I cracked one in time a couple years back, COVID had never happened.
Did you hear about that weird guy down in Sanlitun? Fat guy, ...yah, mutton chopps. Yeah, he was a waiguouren, weilding a pen and a notepadl attempting to enter Nali Pisstiao. He was accosted, pen and paper absconded from, and left bereft to hitchhick to Hebei. I am sure that the Beijingerr is on this case.
Gino. Aintcha got better things to do of a Saturday afternoon?
All of this invites the question of whether if enough people bitched and moaned, the shamdemic could be stopped.
unquote.
Bitching and moanin don't get nothin done, it is expected, and built into the plan. Rioting and burning buildings don't get nothin done because when push comes to shove the populace is vastly out gunned by the powers that be. There is, however, something that gets things done.
(By the way, I am glad you used the expression `invites the question' rather than `begs the question'. It seems so few people know the meaning of the expression `begs the question'.... it is so often used nowadays, and almost never used properly.)
It's called a trial balloon, testing the waters. Glad to see there was sufficient backlash. I hope it stays that way. About 10 months ago a similar trial balloon was announced at a particular airport ( I forget now which city and airport, it was somewhere in the southwest) that no unvaccinated person could enter the airport. It was likewise retracted within a day.
I don't have underlying health issues that preclude vaccinations, I don't have allergies to anything, but I ain't getting a vaccination.
I don't need one, I don't know enough about them and no one knows enough about them.
The intense coercing, bribing, foisting, worldwide, that everyone be vaccinated, for something that is patently of little likelihood of harm to them, should set alarm bells ringing in the minds of anyone that can still think clearly.
Of course the purpose of a trial balloon is to guage the publice response, and thereafter, manipulate and mold that response until the desired response is acquired.
It's called a trial balloon, testing the waters. Glad to see there was sufficient backlash. I hope it stays that way. About 10 months ago a similar trial balloon was announced at a particular airport ( I forget now which city and airport, it was somewhere in the southwest) that no unvaccinated person could enter the airport. It was likewise retracted within a day.
I don't have underlying health issues that preclude vaccinations, I don't have allergies to anything, but I ain't getting a vaccination.
I don't need one, I don't know enough about them and no one knows enough about them.
The intense coercing, bribing, foisting, worldwide, that everyone be vaccinated, for something that is patently of little likelihood of harm to them, should set alarm bells ringing in the minds of anyone that can still think clearly.
Last night I dreamt of hosannas ringing throughout the land, jubilation and angelic trumpet blastings of joy as the stolid masses of humanity were released from severe deprivation and hardship. As I woke from slumber, I lay for a while, cogitating over what possible meaning this dream could presage. I stumble from bed to computer, hopeful for news. Perhaps Justin Trudeau has been in an airplane crash, I think optimistically.
Then onto the Beijinger, with the above notification. Now I understand.
Lorena was my aunt. The one who bobbed my uncle. Before the truncation, he was called Uncle Bobbit.
Acquaintances of mine, Al White and Will Wright were both leather workers,... no they weren't made of leather, though in some sense we all are, just ask Hannibal..... rather, they worked with leather, producing eg. belts, and handbags etc.
Al was a bit of a careless worker, and one day, whilst punching holes in some hide, the awl slipped and Al White's awl went awry right through Will Wrights whites. Will lay gasping and bleeding on the floor. `I am afraid it may be fatal' he bubbled, as blood begin to to gather in his throat, `quick write this down' he mumbled as uncosciousness approached. `I leave all my worldly belongings to my wife and seventeen children, except nothing for Bauluo, the lousy ne'er do well waster'. He lapsed into unconsciousness, blood draining from his face, he breathed his last.
There was a formal inquest into this tragedy. Two main issues were to be resolved:
1 If Al White held his awl right, would Will Wright be alright?
2 Did Al White write Will Wright's will right? (try sayin that 5 times fast)
Vaccine development generally takes at least 5 years to develop, and then several years thereafter of testing. Previously there has never been a successful vaccine to prevent coronavirus infection. After the first SARS episiode, (2003) , researchers spent 12 years attempting to produce a usable vaccine, and failed, as all of the animal trials prodoced unacceptable mortality and injury. These current vaccines were developed and introduced into use in less than a year, including in the West, mRNA vaccines, an entirely new type of `vaccine', which is properly speaking not a vaccine in the formerly accepted use of the term. This hastened usage was allowed, worldwide, via EUA (Emergency Use Authorization) which allowed drug manufacturers to fasttrack their utilization, due to the dire emergency of the pandemic.
But there was no emergency. There is no emergency. There never has been an emergency.
The past two plus years has been a worldwide exercise in gaslighting and fraud; the ends to which, and perpertraters of which, are complicated and beyond the scope of this post.
In simple terms one should consider vaccination, (as with any medical procedure) with the following three concerns:
1: Is it necessary?
2: Has it been shown to be safe and harmless?
3: Has it been shown to be effective in reducing dire illness and death, and transmission of contagion?
4: Do it's reputed benefits outweigh the potential harms?
These are questions that each individual should consider and evaluate and make their decision according to their own conclusions and there should be no interference or compulsion acting upon their conclusion.
Can't I just wear a wreathe of garlic around my neck and pack a crucifix? Superstition has stopped at least as many epidemics as seamless bureaucracy.
Garlic is a panacea. But ya hasta eat it, not wear it. Raw is best. Especially after a two-hour baijiu pass out, and 20 minutes till class. Jus chomp on 3 cloves of garlic, drain the last few drops, and bob's yer uncle.
Vaccine development generally takes at least 5 years to develop, and then several years thereafter of testing. Previously there has never been a successful vaccine to prevent coronavirus infection. After the first SARS episiode, (2003) , researchers spent 12 years attempting to produce a usable vaccine, and failed, as all of the animal trials prodoced unacceptable mortality and injury. These current vaccines were developed and introduced into use in less than a year, including in the West, mRNA vaccines, an entirely new type of `vaccine', which is properly speaking not a vaccine in the formerly accepted use of the term. This hastened usage was allowed, worldwide, via EUA (Emergency Use Authorization) which allowed drug manufacturers to fasttrack their utilization, due to the dire emergency of the pandemic.
But there was no emergency. There is no emergency. There never has been an emergency.
The past two plus years has been a worldwide exercise in gaslighting and fraud; the ends to which, and perpertraters of which, are complicated and beyond the scope of this post.
In simple terms one should consider vaccination, (as with any medical procedure) with the following three concerns:
1: Is it necessary?
2: Has it been shown to be safe and harmless?
3: Has it been shown to be effective in reducing dire illness and death, and transmission of contagion?
4: Do it's reputed benefits outweigh the potential harms?
These are questions that each individual should consider and evaluate and make their decision according to their own conclusions and there should be no interference or compulsion acting upon their conclusion.
But it ain't the same thing. I like to feel the paper in my hand, turn the pages when absorbed mentally, sniff the whiff of ink and glue. Binding and spine. Nothing like cracking a virgin spine. Besides when toilet paper has been exhausted and push comes to shove, well then there ya go, bob's yer uncle! Lotsa usable paper. ! Leaves upon leaves! Onion skin I find to be the best when wiping yer arse, fold it twice at least though, lest one's finger accidentally penetrate places ought not to be penetrated. Boy Scout leaders and some clergymen may have differing opinions.
Giovanni Martini wrote:
I go online. With patience, one can a great deal of material for free. The Yandex search engine is far more fruitful than shite venues like Bing.cn
I recommend Zlibrary. z-lib.org
I download and print. For some reason, for me, real reading, thinking and writing, is best done using paper.
*SIGH* Just turn the contrast on your computer to max and paste a sheet of paper over the screen. There. Your online book is on paper now. Read. Enjoy. Damn kids don't know hi-tech from a strumpet holding a pawn.
I just read a novel, scriven with ruby lipstick on my hotel bathroom mirror. It was entitled `Arguing With Chinese Women'. The first line read thus: 不，没有， 没办法， 三百块钱一半个小时。 This trope did not develop well and the ending was predictable.
Never mind the trope. Howzza 'bout the 300 kuai trollop?
Well Cui Hua had just blown into Hanzhou on the 53 hour K train outa Suihua, Heilongjiang, 站票，so her toilet was understandably a bit deshambled, but she had a lovely ruby red lipstick on an matching flipflops so I paid no nevermind to the milk (soya milk that is) stains on her dress.
I, likewise, was first day in Hangzhou, and like most men travelling and staying at budget hotels, I had a mighty hankering for a good game of chess. However, in my haste to travel, I had neglected to pack my chess board. Divine intervention intervened, and some hotel staff member slipped under my door a business card. Thereupon were the words`Chess Partners Available' thereupon was pasted an image of a seemingly lascivious young, well cleavaged, lass, holding upright in palm of left hand a knight and a bishop in what can only be described as a rude configuration, and in the right hand, of course, a pawn.
Shakingly, anticipatingly did I punch my cellphone, `Come, come, come quickly' I exhorted, `Room 520, Home Inn'.
Barely had I set down my phone when I hear a knock. Cui Hua it was, pink flipflops and all. I apologetically explained that I had forgotton my equipment for chess playing. `Mei wenti' she says ` I have all the equipment'. So saying she withdraws from plastic garbage bag she was carrying her chess set.
`What the hell is this' !?!? I stammer, `there are cannons and elephants and soldiers,.... this ain't chess; where the hell are the bishops and knights, like in the picture?'
I wave the business card in her face. `False f*ckin advertising I call it!!!'
·图片仅供参考‘， she sylphs demurely in my ear; the scent of garlic, suan cai and old soya milk wafting seductively from her ruby lips.
I just read a novel, scriven with ruby lipstick on my hotel bathroom mirror. It was entitled `Arguing With Chinese Women'. The first line read thus: 不，没有， 没办法， 三百块钱一半个小时。 This trope did not develop well and the ending was predictable.
I am somewhat nonplussed about the obvious denigration and downplayment of other sorts of `gua'. We get a whole article about `xigua' but nothin bout `donggua'. Youse guys are clearly imperialist running dogs, get yer shit together. (Wait until I tellya bout `nangua' and its many uses.) I donno if there is a `beigua', but if ain't, should be invented.
Yes, old man. I recall my pater. The old progenitor took one look at my gambling debts in the city after my first term sent down from Cambridge. "You have beiguaed us my boy! Beiguaed! We shall die paupers!"" Then I was forced to resign from my club, sell both horses and hounds and live on the tiny remittance my people sent each quarter year to Hong Kong.
Ahh! Remittance man are ye?! I've heard tell of such sorts, though not seen hair nor hide of since breaking all housely mirrors.
My main remitter, my great-Uncle Jezebel after the operation, wended his way down to Hong Kong, jus for to check upon, seein if I was alright and not using his money for ill. Unfortunately at his arrival I was absent, as I had made my way down to the Rusty Spitoon for some inebriation. My roommate, however, ushered Uncle Jezebel into the precincts graciously. My roommate was a watermelon,.. we got on like a house on fire and had a great affinity, though he/she/it/they were somewhat taciturn and greenishly balding. Who am I to judge? Together we were co-parenting Hairy Mary-Annes illigitimate son Nangua, as Miss Mary had been knocked up by some one night stand cucumber. So I cuddles Nangua gently in my hands and wends my weary way to the Spitoon. Outside, on the sidewalk table, sat the whole crew, eyes downcast, a fomentious mood apparent. Gino was twiddling his thumbs counter-clockwise (which he never did), Fair Mary head down on table, tears streaming in gushes and dripping on the floor, which Timmy was collecting in an teacup for to measure their relative salinity and alkalinity.
`What's wrong? I ghastly interlocuted. `Whom has died?
Mike lift his head from chest, looks me dead in the eye.
`Nali' he mutters. `Patio... ' he trails off into unmanly sobs.
Thunderstruck, I nearly dropped my dear Nangua, but gathering my wits I lightheadedly sat soothingly stroking Nangua, abating his fear and trembling.
Fortunately, just then, great-Uncle Jezebel arrived; acting on intelligence provided by Xigua, my roommate, he had tracked me down. Now he was a hail fellow well met kinda guy and wore aquamarine jodhpurs tailored on Saville Row. Ever since his Thailand operation he had acquired a new found admiration for pastels and an effervesence to match.
Soon under his spritely spirit, we all fell to gales of unsustainable laughter, till our guts hurt.
`Glad to see yer using my money wisely, my son' , he bemusedly spindled.
I am somewhat nonplussed about the obvious denigration and downplayment of other sorts of `gua'. We get a whole article about `xigua' but nothin bout `donggua'. Youse guys are clearly imperialist running dogs, get yer shit together. (Wait until I tellya bout `nangua' and its many uses.) I donno if there is a `beigua', but if ain't, should be invented.
Now there is nothin wrong with Gender Studies. That's how me an Fair Hairy Mary-Anne Rayce becme self aquainted. She strode manfully up to bar, yet with a contrary bustiness. I was confuizzled. I told her, respectfully, of course, that should she wish to stand aside me I must first certify and ascertain her/his/their gender. She complied willingly, and thus I slipped my hand beneath waistband, there to investigate tactilely,and tactfully. After some investigation, and manual manipulation, Fair Mary seemed weak at the knees and groaned mercilessly to her knees, thereupon discovering 7 wads of chewing gum applied under the edge of bar.
In a veritable scourge she epithetically skewered and spewed vitriol, bar wench way, pronouncing ` Im uh gonna shut this f*ching shinthole dive down; my uncle's wife is the Chief of Food security in Newbongya'
quote `watermelons were every Beijinger's favorite companion that year'
Gosh, you guys, this gives me so much material .... I don't even know where to start. I couldn't come up with that line if I was on drugs. Well, ... I could.
Re: Beijing Journey Card Result Shortened to 7 Days
Oh great, now it is important only to know where we have been in the last 7 days. How about last 10 days? How about 8 days, is that cool? Maybe I hafta chill for a day, then I'm good. I am sure this is based on the latest science. The whole charade is so facile and fake that anyone with a brain could see through it two years ago. Apparently few people with brains left.
Re: Nali Patio Reopens to the Public Today, Jul
I am maybe an old fasioned guy. But this is what I see as a workable marriage:t
You take care of the house. I take care of the money. You cook, clean everywhere, except don't step foot in my office, as I gots papers and books all over the place, so I don't want you f*ckin with them. If'n your bored and unfullfiled, by all means, go take a yoga class. Read the kids bedtime stoiries, I only want sex three time a week, and I will make sure you feel good.
Regards, Ward Cleaver
(y'all gionna hafta decide if I am in earnest or jest)
Re: Nali Patio Reopens to the Public Today, Jul o
Did you hear about that weird guy down in Sanlitun? Fat guy, ...yah, mutton chopps. Yeah, he was a waiguouren, weilding a pen and a notepadl attempting to enter Nali Pisstiao. He was accosted, pen and paper absconded from, and left bereft to hitchhick to Hebei. I am sure that the Beijingerr is on this case.
Gino. Aintcha got better things to do of a Saturday afternoon?
Re: City Backs Off from Yesterday's Vaccine Mandate
Gino wrote:
All of this invites the question of whether if enough people bitched and moaned, the shamdemic could be stopped.
unquote.
Bitching and moanin don't get nothin done, it is expected, and built into the plan. Rioting and burning buildings don't get nothin done because when push comes to shove the populace is vastly out gunned by the powers that be. There is, however, something that gets things done.
(By the way, I am glad you used the expression `invites the question' rather than `begs the question'. It seems so few people know the meaning of the expression `begs the question'.... it is so often used nowadays, and almost never used properly.)
Re: City Backs Off from Yesterday's Vaccine Mandate
Of course the purpose of a trial balloon is to guage the publice response, and thereafter, manipulate and mold that response until the desired response is acquired.
Re: City Backs Off from Yesterday's Vaccine Mandate
It's called a trial balloon, testing the waters. Glad to see there was sufficient backlash. I hope it stays that way. About 10 months ago a similar trial balloon was announced at a particular airport ( I forget now which city and airport, it was somewhere in the southwest) that no unvaccinated person could enter the airport. It was likewise retracted within a day.
I don't have underlying health issues that preclude vaccinations, I don't have allergies to anything, but I ain't getting a vaccination.
I don't need one, I don't know enough about them and no one knows enough about them.
The intense coercing, bribing, foisting, worldwide, that everyone be vaccinated, for something that is patently of little likelihood of harm to them, should set alarm bells ringing in the minds of anyone that can still think clearly.
Re: Nali Patio Reopens to the Public Today, Jul 8
Last night I dreamt of hosannas ringing throughout the land, jubilation and angelic trumpet blastings of joy as the stolid masses of humanity were released from severe deprivation and hardship. As I woke from slumber, I lay for a while, cogitating over what possible meaning this dream could presage. I stumble from bed to computer, hopeful for news. Perhaps Justin Trudeau has been in an airplane crash, I think optimistically.
Then onto the Beijinger, with the above notification. Now I understand.
Re: Beijing's New Vaccine Proof Requirements Raises Questions
Acquaintances of mine, Al White and Will Wright were both leather workers,... no they weren't made of leather, though in some sense we all are, just ask Hannibal..... rather, they worked with leather, producing eg. belts, and handbags etc.
Al was a bit of a careless worker, and one day, whilst punching holes in some hide, the awl slipped and Al White's awl went awry right through Will Wrights whites. Will lay gasping and bleeding on the floor. `I am afraid it may be fatal' he bubbled, as blood begin to to gather in his throat, `quick write this down' he mumbled as uncosciousness approached. `I leave all my worldly belongings to my wife and seventeen children, except nothing for Bauluo, the lousy ne'er do well waster'. He lapsed into unconsciousness, blood draining from his face, he breathed his last.
There was a formal inquest into this tragedy. Two main issues were to be resolved:
1 If Al White held his awl right, would Will Wright be alright?
2 Did Al White write Will Wright's will right? (try sayin that 5 times fast)
The jury was hung.
Re: Beijing's New Vaccine Proof Requirements Raises Questions
Good questions.
Re: Beijing's New Vaccine Proof Requirements Raises Questions
Garlic is a panacea. But ya hasta eat it, not wear it. Raw is best. Especially after a two-hour baijiu pass out, and 20 minutes till class. Jus chomp on 3 cloves of garlic, drain the last few drops, and bob's yer uncle.
Re: Beijing's New Vaccine Proof Requirements Raises Questions
Vaccine development generally takes at least 5 years to develop, and then several years thereafter of testing. Previously there has never been a successful vaccine to prevent coronavirus infection. After the first SARS episiode, (2003) , researchers spent 12 years attempting to produce a usable vaccine, and failed, as all of the animal trials prodoced unacceptable mortality and injury. These current vaccines were developed and introduced into use in less than a year, including in the West, mRNA vaccines, an entirely new type of `vaccine', which is properly speaking not a vaccine in the formerly accepted use of the term. This hastened usage was allowed, worldwide, via EUA (Emergency Use Authorization) which allowed drug manufacturers to fasttrack their utilization, due to the dire emergency of the pandemic.
But there was no emergency. There is no emergency. There never has been an emergency.
The past two plus years has been a worldwide exercise in gaslighting and fraud; the ends to which, and perpertraters of which, are complicated and beyond the scope of this post.
In simple terms one should consider vaccination, (as with any medical procedure) with the following three concerns:
1: Is it necessary?
2: Has it been shown to be safe and harmless?
3: Has it been shown to be effective in reducing dire illness and death, and transmission of contagion?
4: Do it's reputed benefits outweigh the potential harms?
These are questions that each individual should consider and evaluate and make their decision according to their own conclusions and there should be no interference or compulsion acting upon their conclusion.
My answer to all of these question is: NO!
Re: Where to Find Foreign Language Books in Beijing
Re: Where to Find Foreign Language Books in Beijing
I download and print. For some reason, for me, real reading, thinking and writing, is best done using paper.
Re: Subway Art: the Murals of Beijing's Subway Line 8
I, likewise, was first day in Hangzhou, and like most men travelling and staying at budget hotels, I had a mighty hankering for a good game of chess. However, in my haste to travel, I had neglected to pack my chess board. Divine intervention intervened, and some hotel staff member slipped under my door a business card. Thereupon were the words`Chess Partners Available' thereupon was pasted an image of a seemingly lascivious young, well cleavaged, lass, holding upright in palm of left hand a knight and a bishop in what can only be described as a rude configuration, and in the right hand, of course, a pawn.
Shakingly, anticipatingly did I punch my cellphone, `Come, come, come quickly' I exhorted, `Room 520, Home Inn'.
Barely had I set down my phone when I hear a knock. Cui Hua it was, pink flipflops and all. I apologetically explained that I had forgotton my equipment for chess playing. `Mei wenti' she says ` I have all the equipment'. So saying she withdraws from plastic garbage bag she was carrying her chess set.
`What the hell is this' !?!? I stammer, `there are cannons and elephants and soldiers,.... this ain't chess; where the hell are the bishops and knights, like in the picture?'
I wave the business card in her face. `False f*ckin advertising I call it!!!'
·图片仅供参考‘， she sylphs demurely in my ear; the scent of garlic, suan cai and old soya milk wafting seductively from her ruby lips.
Re: Cool Off with a Scoop of Classic Italian Gelato
Wow. List of gellato shops but no adresses? Should we walk around Beijing in search of them? Journalism par exellance!
And stop pedling La Platea. They are Mediteranean just like Chinese restaurants in Europe serve authentic Chinese food.
Re: Subway Art: the Murals of Beijing's Subway Line 8
I just read a novel, scriven with ruby lipstick on my hotel bathroom mirror. It was entitled `Arguing With Chinese Women'. The first line read thus: 不，没有， 没办法， 三百块钱一半个小时。 This trope did not develop well and the ending was predictable.
Re: Why Do Beijingers Love Eating Watermelon So Much?
My main remitter, my great-Uncle Jezebel after the operation, wended his way down to Hong Kong, jus for to check upon, seein if I was alright and not using his money for ill. Unfortunately at his arrival I was absent, as I had made my way down to the Rusty Spitoon for some inebriation. My roommate, however, ushered Uncle Jezebel into the precincts graciously. My roommate was a watermelon,.. we got on like a house on fire and had a great affinity, though he/she/it/they were somewhat taciturn and greenishly balding. Who am I to judge? Together we were co-parenting Hairy Mary-Annes illigitimate son Nangua, as Miss Mary had been knocked up by some one night stand cucumber. So I cuddles Nangua gently in my hands and wends my weary way to the Spitoon. Outside, on the sidewalk table, sat the whole crew, eyes downcast, a fomentious mood apparent. Gino was twiddling his thumbs counter-clockwise (which he never did), Fair Mary head down on table, tears streaming in gushes and dripping on the floor, which Timmy was collecting in an teacup for to measure their relative salinity and alkalinity.
`What's wrong? I ghastly interlocuted. `Whom has died?
Mike lift his head from chest, looks me dead in the eye.
`Nali' he mutters. `Patio... ' he trails off into unmanly sobs.
Thunderstruck, I nearly dropped my dear Nangua, but gathering my wits I lightheadedly sat soothingly stroking Nangua, abating his fear and trembling.
Fortunately, just then, great-Uncle Jezebel arrived; acting on intelligence provided by Xigua, my roommate, he had tracked me down. Now he was a hail fellow well met kinda guy and wore aquamarine jodhpurs tailored on Saville Row. Ever since his Thailand operation he had acquired a new found admiration for pastels and an effervesence to match.
Soon under his spritely spirit, we all fell to gales of unsustainable laughter, till our guts hurt.
`Glad to see yer using my money wisely, my son' , he bemusedly spindled.
Re: Why Do Beijingers Love Eating Watermelon So Much?
I am somewhat nonplussed about the obvious denigration and downplayment of other sorts of `gua'. We get a whole article about `xigua' but nothin bout `donggua'. Youse guys are clearly imperialist running dogs, get yer shit together. (Wait until I tellya bout `nangua' and its many uses.) I donno if there is a `beigua', but if ain't, should be invented.
Re: Some Alternative Terraces and Rooftop Spots to Checkout...
gender studies
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Now there is nothin wrong with Gender Studies. That's how me an Fair Hairy Mary-Anne Rayce becme self aquainted. She strode manfully up to bar, yet with a contrary bustiness. I was confuizzled. I told her, respectfully, of course, that should she wish to stand aside me I must first certify and ascertain her/his/their gender. She complied willingly, and thus I slipped my hand beneath waistband, there to investigate tactilely,and tactfully. After some investigation, and manual manipulation, Fair Mary seemed weak at the knees and groaned mercilessly to her knees, thereupon discovering 7 wads of chewing gum applied under the edge of bar.
In a veritable scourge she epithetically skewered and spewed vitriol, bar wench way, pronouncing ` Im uh gonna shut this f*ching shinthole dive down; my uncle's wife is the Chief of Food security in Newbongya'
Nex day windows and doors all shuttered.
Re: Why Do Beijingers Love Eating Watermelon So Much?
quote `watermelons were every Beijinger's favorite companion that year'
Gosh, you guys, this gives me so much material .... I don't even know where to start. I couldn't come up with that line if I was on drugs. Well, ... I could.