A man of many words, most of them 'awes'
Recently I have been travelling. A lot of people do this for fun. What a mob of weirdos! Travelling totally sucks! You have to queue up for yonks, have your fingerprints scanned and then they gave me a body scan. Fortunately they did not detect my body's extraordinary powers; if they had, it could only have been pandemonium. The other worst thing about travelling is there are so many babies, all thinking that they are a real big deal. I am against babies, there has to be a more efficient way. It is hoped that in time technology will address this issue.
Possibly babies could be replaced with dwarves. Being a dwarf must probably be pretty fun. Imagine the hi-jinks!
On the way to Canada, they give you dinner and then, only a handful of hours later, afternoon tea. I was not fooled. It was not really afternoon at all. Afternoon tea included 'ready to eat' apple pieces. What is unready to eat about a regular complete apple. Have these people not worked out how to do it. Then I landed in Canada; I remained unconvinced about it being afternoon. While I Canada I accidentally tuned a gay guy in a clothing store. He asked if he could accompany me the following day. I did not really mind his advances, here I was, in a completely foreign country, and I was still capable of pulling moves on this well groomed person. It made me feel powerful, and strong.
I don't think I could really have respected him in a long term relationship, however. In our conversation he wanted to discuss fabric softener. I have never used fabric softener. My clothes are rigid and hard. They are the clothes, of a man.
I arrived back in the UK on the 1st - flew on New Year's Eve - left my booking of flights until the last minute. I was informed that it was going to be OK, it would be a party plane, but this was a lie. Due to science, I actually got at least two New Year's Eves, but they were both really bad. They were on a dark aeroplane with babies. Being on an aeroplane is like being in the void between worlds. You are in limbo; time presents only weak evidence of its passage. To transit from one dimension to another, a passage must be punctured in spacetime; this causes irreparable damage to the environment, and you must also damage yourself to fit through.
Also, here is a tricky puzzle for you. We have nice ladies called 'scouts' that clean our toilets for us, which is kind of flattering. The puzzle is, how much urine is a good idea to leave on the floor. Of course it doesn't seem nice to leave too much. But then again, I don't want her to think I am excessively concerned with cleanliness and that kind of thing. I am very manly (see above). Sometimes I might just chuck a slash all over some tree, and, the tree would love it. So anyway I sometimes put earplugs in when I go to sleep, which you might find assists sleeping. Also when I get up to go to the dunny in the night, I like to leave the lights off. This means I am guided by neither sight nor sound. I must trust my own judgement and have assurance in myself. I find this the most manly thing you can do. But fortunately, there is not too much urine on the floor because I am really good at it. This is the solution to the puzzle. You would do well to remember that one.
Possibly babies could be replaced with dwarves. Being a dwarf must probably be pretty fun. Imagine the hi-jinks!
On the way to Canada, they give you dinner and then, only a handful of hours later, afternoon tea. I was not fooled. It was not really afternoon at all. Afternoon tea included 'ready to eat' apple pieces. What is unready to eat about a regular complete apple. Have these people not worked out how to do it. Then I landed in Canada; I remained unconvinced about it being afternoon. While I Canada I accidentally tuned a gay guy in a clothing store. He asked if he could accompany me the following day. I did not really mind his advances, here I was, in a completely foreign country, and I was still capable of pulling moves on this well groomed person. It made me feel powerful, and strong.
I don't think I could really have respected him in a long term relationship, however. In our conversation he wanted to discuss fabric softener. I have never used fabric softener. My clothes are rigid and hard. They are the clothes, of a man.
I arrived back in the UK on the 1st - flew on New Year's Eve - left my booking of flights until the last minute. I was informed that it was going to be OK, it would be a party plane, but this was a lie. Due to science, I actually got at least two New Year's Eves, but they were both really bad. They were on a dark aeroplane with babies. Being on an aeroplane is like being in the void between worlds. You are in limbo; time presents only weak evidence of its passage. To transit from one dimension to another, a passage must be punctured in spacetime; this causes irreparable damage to the environment, and you must also damage yourself to fit through.
Also, here is a tricky puzzle for you. We have nice ladies called 'scouts' that clean our toilets for us, which is kind of flattering. The puzzle is, how much urine is a good idea to leave on the floor. Of course it doesn't seem nice to leave too much. But then again, I don't want her to think I am excessively concerned with cleanliness and that kind of thing. I am very manly (see above). Sometimes I might just chuck a slash all over some tree, and, the tree would love it. So anyway I sometimes put earplugs in when I go to sleep, which you might find assists sleeping. Also when I get up to go to the dunny in the night, I like to leave the lights off. This means I am guided by neither sight nor sound. I must trust my own judgement and have assurance in myself. I find this the most manly thing you can do. But fortunately, there is not too much urine on the floor because I am really good at it. This is the solution to the puzzle. You would do well to remember that one.