AS THAT LIKE BERGAMOT?

You will no doubt be pleased to know that what I had for lunch today did not include lettuce, or jalapeños, or beef, or frozen blueberries, or cheese, or radishes, prepackaged corn, salad mix, sprouts of any kind, or, for that matter, anything from Texas. So I am just not destined to loose weight fast and get down to my ideal pre-diabetic weight of less than three hundred pounds, the target for all Americans in the Deep South and Midwest.

Also, I am not in the Deep South or the Midwest.
Or Texas, where everyone is supersized.
Don't have diabetes either.

At night when I'm asleep I hear huge Texan behemoths lumbering past my window on the way to their mating grounds to die. The horror, the horror. Must be at least six hundred pounds of rabid bovine-weasel-karentype each, wearing deep grooves in the trail.


All the rest of you are blessed with good chances of getting salmonella, escherichia coli, or listeriosis, plus fluoxetine and 2,4-dinitrophenol, which will help y'all firm up, slim down, and shed the pounds. It's better than diet pills. You lucky bastards.
Gram‑positive, rod‑shaped bacteria.
Mmmmm.

Enjoy your lumps of charred flesh!

And don't forget to consume lots of liquids. Stomach flu and food poinsoning, while being all-American, can lead to serious dehydration. As well as miscarriages and electrolyte imbalances. You don't want to get sick on the way to a slimmer you.


Herr Doktor Hubert Goubert has descended to Dong Wu (東吳帝國 'tung 'ng tai gwok') with his capable assistant the witch Aunt Gwan (actually a graduate student at the Technische Universität Warschau, and both had a good breakfast of wheat noodles with red stew pork in broth, as well as dumplings (九菜湯餃 'gau choi tong gaau'). Not being proficient in Chinese, Goubert wondered why the numeral 'nine' was in the name of the latter dish, not realizing that it sounds the same as 'chives'.

Tomorrow, they would look for the linden tree, the larch, and the ancient mulberry.
In the meantime, because of the tropic downpour, perhaps a smoke.
Him: Flake in an old briar. Her: slim refined fags.
A faint hint of tangerine peel.
貴煙，陳皮爆珠。


After lunch I stepped out and lit up. It's a bit cold out there, but perfect weather for a pipe. Early company era Barling, script stamping and four digit shape number, possibly by Oppenheimer (1970 - 1977) rather than Nørding (after 1977, till 1980).
It was remarkably quiet at Portsmouth Square.
No locals, no tourists.



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