Budda in my Pants
I brought a small Budda over to England for a friend. In HK I didn’t really have any plastic wrap to keep it secure, so I placed in the only soft place I knew - in my bag of underpants. Problem now is after unpacking my bag, I can’t find this damn Budda. Whether he got lost somewhere or perhaps even ran off, I’ll never know!
Watching the local news is quite freshing, as there isn’t really any news to report - you know the stories: Cat stuck up tree or local girl breaks arm. Today, I watched our local weather man talk to a woman about her fake snow making business. In the background a wind machine was blowing the fake snow on them and it was gradually covering them both! At the end of the discussion the weather man wiped the snow from his face and said “Oh man, this stuff is disgusting and tastes of plastic”. I bet this woman’s company wished she never met this guy!
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