At the end of the day, as long as the Bluetooth headset is not superglued to my ear, I have a lot of missed calls. And I mean lot of missed calls.
Maybe I should have gone back to those monotone buzzer phones.
This was my dinner across The Weld: Oddles of Dhal mixed into the mountains of pure white rice, fried chicken and left-over fried crispies, and such obscenities covered with the remains of an unborn chicken
Well, Kristine is practising her Kung-Fu again
Stupid proverb of the day:
Chocolates and toilets do not mix