A very dear coworker wishes me to adopt a kitten. Of which there are five. They're brand spanking new kittens. She now has ten felines. She wishes to reduce, and get the pupolation back down to a manageable count. Seeing as one of her permies already pisses on her peas out in the backyard, manageable is a fungeable term, for subjective interpretation.
It's a blatant exaggeration, if you ask me.
She washes the peas before use.
Feral cat pee peas?
One of my medications, as a side effect, makes dreams much more vivid. Some time after midnight I was running naked through a crowded Korean hotel looking for my woolen shirt. Which was hidden. I knew it was a Korean hotel, because of signage in Hangul script, and the constant karaoke music from the hotel lounge in the background.
Hangul: 한글 (훈민정음).
It was, in case you are wondering, a non-erotic dream.
Had something to do with a small room.
With stairs in and out.
Discussion about Barbie's sisters. What age are they? Well, Barbie first 'appeared' in 1959, so logically her siblings should have been born within a decade of her, either way. Older than Jayzus in any case. Skipper, Chrissie, Stacey, and Kelly. Unless Barbie's father (mr. Roberts) later married a secretary considerably younger, and sired a whole new brood. Perhaps his first wife didn't understand him. I know many men like that.
Or maybe he irresponsibly slept around a lot.
Otherwise, mid to late fifties.
And wrinkled.
Barbie has always been a sex-bombe, and was originally German, or based on a German precursor. Possibly a slattern outside a late night cabaret smoking cigarettes, and showing cleavage.
"Come here, mein herr, ve vill make ze vupities, ja?"
Careful, old man, she's got a cosh in her handbag, and will take all your money. You will wake up in a hotel bathtub filled with with icecubes in Bremen, missing one of your kidneys!
I've really got to tell one of the regular cigar smokers in the back to stop grunting angrily whenever he's displeased. It gives our casual visitors entirely the wrong idea. Fibre, my good man, fibre!
There's ... a bathroom on the right.
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