Crap story…
Found out an interesting little titbit regarding dutch culture this morning.. and to say it is a shit story is an understatement. Did you know that they have a ‘shelf’ in crappers?? I am not entirely sure why they would want one but there has been mention of them wanting to inspect their evacuations or some such insanity before flushing it away. I personally think it is weird and unhygienic and in fact I am one of those that close the lid before I can turn around and flush because I have no interest to see what my body rejects. The traditional Dutch toilet is shaped in a way that the user’s wastes are collected in a risen, dry shelf or plateau in the back side of the vase. All I can add to this is WTF!?!?! Be the first to like. Like Unlike Share...
Kyknoord asked me…
Last week I opened the floor for arb and random questions.. Here is Kyknoord‘s question & my answer.. Question: Ok. Where the hell are my keys? Answer: I felt that your keys were being abused (being forced in and out of holes all day providing a turnkey solution constantly, etc) and in need of a break so I sent it on a all expences paid holiday to TimBuktu.. They should be back next week sometime Be the first to like. Like Unlike Share...
Thinking of having another one..
I know… I know .. I know… I swore I would never have another one after the agony I experienced with the first one but lately I have been thinking about having another one.. What am I talking about?? A tattoo.. I want another tattoo. Its not as frowned upon as it was a few years ago <– so less flack from the peanut gallery AND I would really like something tribal and elaborate on my back (to match the other one, of course) Still remembering the pain though.. so for now I will just doodle some drawings and think some more. Be the first to like. Like Unlike Share...
wtf weekend..
Another one yes.. I am starting to think its a conspiracy! At least this time I attempted to laugh most of it off! Saturday: car overheated on the way to the pav and I ended up checking the radiator and refilling it (in the pouring rain) outside Albert Luthuli Hospital with sewerage water gushing through my shoes soaking my jeanpant and leaving me in a real sorry looking state. Walking Sloshing through the pav helping J find a gift to take to his gf’s bday party, feeling very self -conscious because I was SURE my shoes were stinking even though J told me he couldnt smell anything. Getting ready to leave the pav, I check the water level is OK and end up nearly killing myself because as I straightened up I was stabbed in the head by ‘the Spike of...
Hitting a wall..
You know that moment when you realise that no matter how hard you try to encourage understanding and reasonable behaviour it is just never going to happen?!? *sigh* He is a walking cliche, that record got stuck.. and he will always live for that song , playing over and over again in his head. He will never see the wood for the trees and yes, he will cut off his own nose just to spite his own face.. It feels almost like he will never except that I left him? As I sit here I can hear his words echo in my head… ” Who are you to leave me??!? You are ugly, fat and nothing without me!” Very upsetting stuff.. How did I ever get invovled with him? Was I really that stupid? How did I last as long as I did anyway? I was sooooo blind to sooo much and when...
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