The people who accidentally find this blog are as good a cross-section of the public as any, and, unfortunately, disprove my oft-stated contention that the internet exists for three things: porn, kitten pictures, and recipes.
Another thing I frequently tell people is that the internet is for complaining. Get off work, go home and switch on the computer, assume a totally fake persona and avatar, and then make other people's lives surreal by going paranoid in the comment strings. Say things that make no sense, argue, and when you're losing the battle, bring up Hitler.
"Steve Bannon gave my aunt The Typhoids!"
"Just like Adolph Hitler!"
[Note: Stephen Kevin "Steve" Bannon is an American political hack who is currently serving as Regent, Constable of Jaffa, and Chief Byzantine Conspirator, at the court of Baldwin IV.]
The searches that brought the most people to this blog in the last month:
1. Hot Cherie Chung
2. Tits
3. Old Tampines Road
4. Dunhill Pipe tobacco
5. Geert Wilders
6. Ho See Fat Choy recipe
7. Hong Bak
8. How to rehydrate shark fin
9. Karla cooter
And lastly:
10. Content
Let us satisfy them, shall we?
Cherie Chung is indeed hot, oh my yes, that look of vulnerability that she has in some scenes in her movies is totally to melt for, though when she takes her brassiere off you don't notice that.
By the way, I haven't seen tits in a while, I have forgotten what they look like. Haven't seen an occupied brassiere in a long time either.
Tits, tits, tits, tits, tits, tits. Maybe I have no life.
Old Tampines Road is in Singapore.
Dunhill Pipe Tobacco: Dark Flake is a marvelous product, the fragrance of which induces a dream state and lifts the bonds of reality temporarily.
Geert Wilders is a schmuck.
Haven't had Ho Si Fat Choi in ages, as I don't really celebrate Chinese New Year and am a single man who is remarkably unfamily safe.
Or possibly leprous.
Pork belly cooked in a way that yields deliciousness: Hong Bak.
Score and brown a large piece of five-layer pork on the skin-side, then seethe with a small splash of Indonesian-style sweet soy sauce and cup of rice wine or sherry. Add ginger slices, whole black mushrooms, whole star-anise, a cinnamon stick, and water to come half way up. Stick it into the oven at low heat, covered, for an hour or two to slow-cook.
I'm glad to see shark fin in that list. Shark fin soup can be a lovely and romantic treat. It's illegal in California.
What am I to say about Karla and her Cooter?
A cooter is a Southern delicacy.
Carla, mm, well.
Content? What the heck were you thinking? Everything is content!
Anyone searching for Cherie Chung is a film enthusiast, and curious about one of Hong Kong's finest female thespians. Quite understandably so.
I am assuming that the folks who came here looking for tits were dispassionately interested, and might be medical students.
There is no sex, feline, or food, here.
I often regret that.
Cherie Chung, Tits, Old Tampines Road, Dunhill Pipe Tobacco, Geert Wilders, Ho Si Fat Choi, Hong Bak, Shark Fin, Carla and the Cooter.
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What is your opinion of this? Seems to combine two of your interests, tobacco and Israeli politics. We eagerly await your post on the topic. Please.
I would need to see more concrete details, but on the face of it I have no problem with the giving of cigars.
Cigars are an innocuous token of appreciation between friends.
Or can be.
Cigars are an innocuous token of appreciation between friends.
Cigarettes, too?
Well, I for one came here due entirely for pipe-related topics.
I have throughly enjoyed other topics, of course.
I think the pining for the roommate is getting a touch sad, though.
It's not pining for the apartment mate, she and I are still friends, both of us have moved on. Problem is that she has gone forward, I have gone into a brick wall.
And if there's any pining on my part, it's for sex.
I am far less complicated than you might think. And far more persnickety than I need to be.
And I really do miss tits.
I am scabrous.
What human male hasn't looked in the mirror and wondered if he could look like a hot chick?
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