And we're back! Here's the news that's new and approved by the Imperial army, the whitest army in the world! diiit didit diit diit...
There was no beaching, there was pooling. A private pool in the middle of almost-nowhere. The weather was in the 30s, the water in the 20s. Oh, and it's salinated, not cholorinate. Big plus. I had it mostly to myself... until the preteens showed up. Bloody extended family members and their children. Sometimes I think half the world's paedophiles stick their manhood into children's mouths to shut them the hell up. If I was gay, I'd be suffering constant hard-ons the way that... what, nephew? Cousin a hundred times removed? In any case, he's like a bulldog. Once he latches on, the annoying little bastard never lets go. If I ever take up paedophilia, I'm doing it with his sister. The boy is just plain crazy.
What else... attended a demonstration in Lisbon, on the first Saturday of this month. Agriculture thing. Somehow, some guy from Brussels was put in charge of Portugal's agriculture. The Portuguese in the business don't like this because they think he's here to make a bad situation worse, before going back home and getting a big pat on the back for a job well done. I could go on about it, but I'm already going to do that in my next editorial in SWG Stratics. I actually realised some parallels between the country and the game. Kinda sad, really.
Turned 30. Got chocolate, a new T-shirt and a better sword to do the gardening with. No walking sticks. Besides all of the above... good food, good wine, good company. Except for the brat.
England is a lot more humid than Portugal. If it wasn't for the bills I had to pay and my computer/internet addiction, I would have stayed longer.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go look at Posh's new set again and play with myself.
There was no beaching, there was pooling. A private pool in the middle of almost-nowhere. The weather was in the 30s, the water in the 20s. Oh, and it's salinated, not cholorinate. Big plus. I had it mostly to myself... until the preteens showed up. Bloody extended family members and their children. Sometimes I think half the world's paedophiles stick their manhood into children's mouths to shut them the hell up. If I was gay, I'd be suffering constant hard-ons the way that... what, nephew? Cousin a hundred times removed? In any case, he's like a bulldog. Once he latches on, the annoying little bastard never lets go. If I ever take up paedophilia, I'm doing it with his sister. The boy is just plain crazy.
What else... attended a demonstration in Lisbon, on the first Saturday of this month. Agriculture thing. Somehow, some guy from Brussels was put in charge of Portugal's agriculture. The Portuguese in the business don't like this because they think he's here to make a bad situation worse, before going back home and getting a big pat on the back for a job well done. I could go on about it, but I'm already going to do that in my next editorial in SWG Stratics. I actually realised some parallels between the country and the game. Kinda sad, really.
Turned 30. Got chocolate, a new T-shirt and a better sword to do the gardening with. No walking sticks. Besides all of the above... good food, good wine, good company. Except for the brat.
England is a lot more humid than Portugal. If it wasn't for the bills I had to pay and my computer/internet addiction, I would have stayed longer.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go look at Posh's new set again and play with myself.