My Biggest Disappointment
Often the things we look forward to the most turn out to be a huge let down. As Freddy Woo puts it, "High heels in bed? No fun at all. Porn has a lot to answer for."
Well, Freddy, you are supposed to get someone else to wear them.
What's disappointed you lot?
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( , Thu 26 Jun 2008, 14:15)
Often the things we look forward to the most turn out to be a huge let down. As Freddy Woo puts it, "High heels in bed? No fun at all. Porn has a lot to answer for."
Well, Freddy, you are supposed to get someone else to wear them.
What's disappointed you lot?
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( , Thu 26 Jun 2008, 14:15)
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Camping At The Grand Canyon
I was 13 years old and could hardly wait for our first night of camping with the family, in the wide open spaces of the American West. What an adventure this was going to be!
It took hours and hours of hot, sweaty driving in the tiny, cramped car for our family to reach the mountains south of the Grand Canyon. By then, the sun had set and all the camping spots had filled up. Exhausted, we had to press on, to the park itself.
At 11 p.m., we found a tiny camp spot in a dense Darfur-like warren just outside the park's boundaries. We pitched the brand-new tent, and collapsed.
At 6 a.m., we discovered we were camped right next to a helicopter pad. Choppers started leaving every few minutes to accomodate the tourist mobs. We had to hurriedly eat our oatmeal to the piercing whine of the turbines and brace the tent against rotor wash.
There's nothing like getting back to Nature.
( , Fri 27 Jun 2008, 18:06, Reply)
I was 13 years old and could hardly wait for our first night of camping with the family, in the wide open spaces of the American West. What an adventure this was going to be!
It took hours and hours of hot, sweaty driving in the tiny, cramped car for our family to reach the mountains south of the Grand Canyon. By then, the sun had set and all the camping spots had filled up. Exhausted, we had to press on, to the park itself.
At 11 p.m., we found a tiny camp spot in a dense Darfur-like warren just outside the park's boundaries. We pitched the brand-new tent, and collapsed.
At 6 a.m., we discovered we were camped right next to a helicopter pad. Choppers started leaving every few minutes to accomodate the tourist mobs. We had to hurriedly eat our oatmeal to the piercing whine of the turbines and brace the tent against rotor wash.
There's nothing like getting back to Nature.
( , Fri 27 Jun 2008, 18:06, Reply)
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