America, America, how patriotic you all are, how huge stuff is, how loud you are, how corny your bloody jokes, but your service is great, your janitors smile and whistle, and your city planning was done by someone capable and not BEE. Everyone is so un-unique, raised by the TV, but the babes that don’t eat MCie D’s are hot, and dance like horny nimphos and one last thing the best of all the snow that this land gets, is cold but immense, and slippery when cold ho-ho, ho-ho, ho-ho. Let’s go boarding!!
I’m being chauffer driven everywhere in a huge seat heated Audi A8, staying in an on slope Swiss style chalet, with direct access to the ski slopes. My host is an unbelievably charismatic businessman with a playboy centre fold wife, and get this.. A slobbering and snorting couch-trained bull dog of compromised intelligence called Henry. Times are amusing, but I miss SA. diversity. In South Africa, our people have more spirit and not always the one normally accompanying brandy.. Many of our people have suffered, all of them have seen huge change. We as South Africans are generally humble, wise and tough.
“S.A you rock and I am upset I haven’t brought my Zulu queue cards with me so I can practice talking to you. I miss your huge black Zulu’s who I fear and respect, I like to respect their strength. The Blacks, African Americans, here are clowns. They talk too much, too loudly, and walk with a limp. I bet if they came home to your hard, harsh land we could scare them. We could scare all these people. We scare me!”
16 hours of upright sitting, is not in my opinion, despite extreme tiredness, a possible way to sleep. I prefer to skip sleep all together on planes and accept the high levels of crankiness, tongue and mind unsynchronicity and disco-ordination which result until the new world to which I need to adapt gets dark. A day later, I still unfortunately feel stupid and although the boarding was good, a little more Co-ord will be very well received as I cracked my arse bone in the half-pipe and again whilst attempting a puny little kids kicker.
My hosts have left. Henry the bull dog, apparently snorted and nuzzled them all of last night and since babe-Jamie had forgotten all her underwear and was suffering a mild cold, a less than great nights sleep pissed her off too much to allow her to unleash her playboy ness upon the slopes of 7springs, she must’ve pulled up her Triumph supported boobs and zipped up her Louis Vaton handbag quietly this morning because in dragging my business connection homeward with her I heard nothing, and woke up alone in the chalet. I am now king of the Chalet… but need my queen. I wish Pea had come to the airport. I would have put her in my suitcase.
I’m being chauffer driven everywhere in a huge seat heated Audi A8, staying in an on slope Swiss style chalet, with direct access to the ski slopes. My host is an unbelievably charismatic businessman with a playboy centre fold wife, and get this.. A slobbering and snorting couch-trained bull dog of compromised intelligence called Henry. Times are amusing, but I miss SA. diversity. In South Africa, our people have more spirit and not always the one normally accompanying brandy.. Many of our people have suffered, all of them have seen huge change. We as South Africans are generally humble, wise and tough.
“S.A you rock and I am upset I haven’t brought my Zulu queue cards with me so I can practice talking to you. I miss your huge black Zulu’s who I fear and respect, I like to respect their strength. The Blacks, African Americans, here are clowns. They talk too much, too loudly, and walk with a limp. I bet if they came home to your hard, harsh land we could scare them. We could scare all these people. We scare me!”
16 hours of upright sitting, is not in my opinion, despite extreme tiredness, a possible way to sleep. I prefer to skip sleep all together on planes and accept the high levels of crankiness, tongue and mind unsynchronicity and disco-ordination which result until the new world to which I need to adapt gets dark. A day later, I still unfortunately feel stupid and although the boarding was good, a little more Co-ord will be very well received as I cracked my arse bone in the half-pipe and again whilst attempting a puny little kids kicker.
My hosts have left. Henry the bull dog, apparently snorted and nuzzled them all of last night and since babe-Jamie had forgotten all her underwear and was suffering a mild cold, a less than great nights sleep pissed her off too much to allow her to unleash her playboy ness upon the slopes of 7springs, she must’ve pulled up her Triumph supported boobs and zipped up her Louis Vaton handbag quietly this morning because in dragging my business connection homeward with her I heard nothing, and woke up alone in the chalet. I am now king of the Chalet… but need my queen. I wish Pea had come to the airport. I would have put her in my suitcase.
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