I’d admired Orbea’s back-door, and had high hopes. I just wasn’t expecting the variety. Battambang was a joy. Different colours and angles – it was a smorgasbord.
We were sorry to leave the Cambodge. But the riches of Vietnam awaited.
Grace and beauty equals phwoar! You want a dolphin-boozie-dolphin sandwich? You got it. Happy customers worldwide!
Now, if only we could get some of the Australian “artists” to achieve similar standards!
Smith bronzemakers, take note.
I do love the young tacker simultaneously holding both his football and willy – says so much about ball-game affectionados, especially the metaphor of underdeveloped penii.
Why bother? The “orphans” will deliver. Send in a shot of a topless Julie Bishop riding a foaming Tony Abbott, and either pick up at the orphanage or they’ll send it direct to Elizabeth Quay.
Essence of Vince’s knothole
Vince Garraffa? Vince Van Gogh?
Days of untac. Se Asia could be so much easier for me if they’d all speak Malay like the nice chams. But we’re not allowed to say nice now coz muzzie. The kr banned their gals wearing veils just like comrade tones and bronnie wanted to do here. Funny how the totalitarian urge can cross closed borders.