Monday, 27 December 2010
Saturday, 25 December 2010
Wednesday, 22 December 2010
Took a lil walk this morn with some buds, around the nearby Hanon Crater. It's the largest shallow crater in Asia. Checked out a temple, and the nuns wouldn't let us leave until we sat down and ate with them. Sweet. They even gave the dog a Buddha bone. The pup tried to eat a flat Pale Thrush. I brought carrots for the horse with dreads, but it wasn't around. I swore I saw a pack of badgers, but they turned out not to be badgers at all. Also saw a PSP fence.
I'm shaving the beard tonight, I'm so fucking over it.
|Just livin' the dream|
|Flat Pale Thrush|
|You get SPRUNG!|
|Healthy yet bland|
|Crater pic from rice-y green summer. Yellow stubble now.|
Monday, 20 December 2010
|No Martha, he has to learn not to be such a little shit. Merry Christmas son!|
|Christmas demons, how very German.|
|It's my hooooooves!|
|Gimme that fuckin' fruit, kid!|
Sunday, 19 December 2010
My foot and knee hurt. Bruised from my unorthodox bowling delivery. I swing the ball a few times while lurching towards the pins, one big swing, and then I do a strange underhand/sidearm backspin dealy while simultaneously smashing the top of my right foot and knee down to the floor. Had some people giggling, especially the robot-armed Koreans who handed us our asses. I was actually in decent form for not having played in 3 years (tootin' my own horn as usual, beep beep!), with an average of 145 and a high of 165. The fact that the tournament started at 9:30 am didn't stop us devils from crafting bowling rat-juice from blue Powerade and soju, which is like vodka served on the rocks, and by rocks I mean crack rocks. We didn't win. My foot bruise is actually quite nice to look at.
Oh, on Saturday night a friend of mine had so much of the creature that he took off his shirt at a bar and repeatedly dropped his pants...and drawers. I kept having to run over and pull them up. Hilarity! That's how we do it up on Jeju! The stunned/unimpressed/hateful/disgusted looks on the faces of the barstaff were so perfect, I wanted to cry.
|Always a good pose|
|Good ol' Robot-hands McGee|
|You'll say hi to Krampus for me, ya?|
Friday, 17 December 2010
Wednesday, 15 December 2010
|Getcher balls a'rollin!|
My Decembeard is turning into a thick pelt, good for revolting Koreans and keeping my face warm. Feeling grinchy today. The fuck you starin' at?!
|"Serves 1...tragic bachelor."|
|FOR YOUR SMILE|
But yeah, those wacky Koreans go apeshit for the cubed meat biproduct, and during the holidays you can find massive SPAM gift-sets everywhere. More class. It's all elbows and armpits.
I should talk though, because for an unknown reason, I came home today and discovered that I had purchased 2 jazzy little 'SPAM singles'. Is this rock bottom? I may or may not eat them, but I'm not sure how. There are all kinds of awkward and disconcerting slogans on the packaging, like 'For your smile.', 'It's so quick and easy! Just rip your way to SPAM taste!', and on the back 'A solid line would say "No! Do not cross!" But this one is dotted. Feel free to enter.' My favorite just says 'YO!'