There's nothing better than cheese and biscuits for breakfast.. A small pile of super crumbly cheddar teamed with a water cracker is just about the best thing in the world, any time of day. Mmm... 'Specially when the cheese is so sharp it makes your brain contract.
"The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese."
G.K. Chesterton (1874-1936)
Time for a Quickie:
I accidentally drove through the stupid new 'Clem 7' tunnel last night, and now I have to pay the toll. How annoying. I have to pay for accidentally driving to the other side of Brisbane and consequently being 20 minutes late for my dinner with Dad. That damned tunnel is like a vortex, sucking cars in left and right. You have to be on the ball to avoid its gaping maw... Clever sods.
Had dinner with Dad at Sizzler. Ate far too many pork ribs slathered in sauce. It was good.
We got a table next to a sweet transvestite and 'her' date. I quietly informed Dad of this interesting development, whereby he stared for a bit, had a chuckle and started talking Afrikaans so that we could privately pass judgment undetected. (Rather rude, really. Better not make a habit of that. I had a couple who lapsed into 'secret' Afrikaans in the shop while I was serving them, and they looked VERY shame-faced when I promptly joined in the conversation, making it clear I knew exactly what they had just said, and that it wasn't very nice. Yes, nice try, folks.)
'Sjoe, Kyk na die hande!' (Wow, look at the hands)
It's true ... No matter what a transvestite does, the hands are the giveaway ...
Huge, manly hands poking out of a fashionable, feminine tight-fitting top just blow the cover entirely.
I'm so glad I was born in the right body..
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