I know I'm jet lagged, but here are the only two thoughts I have had this week (outside of work-related brain drains):
- It is impossible to have clean hair in Hong Kong - I can wash it every day, but as soon as I step outside, the humidity immediately makes it heavy and greasy.
- There is no cleavage in Hong Kong - girls can have skirts so short they look like they could be belts, but as soon as I wear a top that shows off my assets (I have hams for legs, but the ladies are alright), I get either dirty drooling looks or disgusted disdain and reproach.
Can't wait to stop being so tired so I can start thinking normal thoughts...
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- The rat and the monkey
- I, La Gitane, am a monkey. A metal monkey, to be precise. And Krusty, well, he is a rat. No, not the evil type of rat with red eyes and bushy, diseased fur. Nor is he the type of rat that has several monkeys at once. At least I hope he isn't. No, he is a water rat. And together, we plan to take over Hong Kong, one delicious roast goose at a time...
Oh, and by the way, obviously, the copyright to all of the content on this website belongs to its creator and if you should want to reproduce any part of it, you should ask for her permission first if you don't want to be taken to court. So there.
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