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And you can bet people will try to use this to wrap their joints.
"Da'fuck you looking at, that peanut butter is for me"
That pooch better make way. I've been taking notes on how he mounts females and need to confirm validity.
My personal favorite is when you go outside, and it smells like a match that's just been struck on the box, and within about 1 minute you can taste the air in your mouth.If you haven't been there, you have no idea how bad it smells.
On the street in town, imagine walking down Bourbon St in August. The piss and rotten garbage baking in 120 degree heat. That might get you close.
Then step into a Gold Souk. Small, confined, poor ventilation and the two or three guys behind the counter have no idea what a shower is, or have ever seen one in their entire life. The BO that permeates most of the stores is nauseous. One store I walked into actually made my eyes water.
Violet needs to move on down to the other end of the line... taste the rainbow
That’s the look you get when you say: I’m first!
Still look Asian.
A lot of the big cities in Africa are the same. First time I got off the plane in Addis Ababa it hit me like a rock. There, its the poorly burnt diesel exhaust and that 80%+ still cook on wood and charcoal everyday. The fairly humid air traps it all and I swear it hangs right at face level. Every time you come back you cough for a week, or a month depending on how long you were there. And then there's malaria......so there's that.My personal favorite is when you go outside, and it smells like a match that's just been struck on the box, and within about 1 minute you can taste the air in your mouth.
Yes, the particulates are such a high concentration, you can actually taste it.
Dude, just fill a squirt bottle with some club soda and Patchouly oil. Then just spritz away, should be GTG.My personal favorite is when you go outside, and it smells like a match that's just been struck on the box, and within about 1 minute you can taste the air in your mouth.
Yes, the particulates are such a high concentration, you can actually taste it.
The routine is wake up just before dawn, smell the diesel and open sewer hanging in the humidity, then get some coffee and watch the smoke start to rise from everywhere as the day’s cooking and trash fires start up. Immediately after comes the next round of exhaust fumes to mix in with the smell of burning plastic, rotting meat for sale, shit and body odor.A lot of the big cities in Africa are the same. First time I got off the plane in Addis Ababa it hit me like a rock. There, its the poorly burnt diesel exhaust and that 80%+ still cook on wood and charcoal everyday. The fairly humid air traps it all and I swear it hangs right at face level. Every time you come back you cough for a week, or a month depending on how long you were there. And then there's malaria......so there's that.
I can tell you that Bangkok In the early 80’s was just as you described..The routine is wake up just before dawn, smell the diesel and open sewer hanging in the humidity, then get some coffee and watch the smoke start to rise from everywhere as the day’s cooking and trash fires start up. Immediately after comes the next round of exhaust fumes to mix in with the smell of burning plastic, rotting meat for sale, shit and body odor.
That brings back memories and couldn't count the number of times I did that as well as tuning with a dwell tachometer, timing light and setting gaps on points and plugs. Had a 67 Impala with a 283 and did all the work on it myself. Engines were sure easy to work on those days.
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Portland is not for the faint of heart.
Yeppers, rebuild starters and generators and carbs not to mention engines. You could troubleshoot electrical problems cause they were a 12 volt DC system, battery and ground.That brings back memories and couldn't count the number of times I did that as well as tuning with a dwell tachometer, timing light and setting gaps on points and plugs. Had a 67 Impala with a 283 and did all the work on it myself. Engines were sure easy to work on those days.
But, obviously the USA is responsible for all the pollution and we need to go green, or carbon neutral, or whatever they say we need to pay more taxes to doThe routine is wake up just before dawn, smell the diesel and open sewer hanging in the humidity, then get some coffee and watch the smoke start to rise from everywhere as the day’s cooking and trash fires start up. Immediately after comes the next round of exhaust fumes to mix in with the smell of burning plastic, rotting meat for sale, shit and body odor.