I am the King of Balls.
They love me in the Philippines. Little carts with green signs order people to kiss me.
I must experience this in person. I will travel to Manila in the coming months where I hope to get kisses, and balls, and hope not to get hepatitis. I may even invest.
I am not kidding. I am the King of balls.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Kiss me. That's an Order.
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Thanks to "Maurice Evans" for your picture on Flickr that I linked to with the words "kiss me." I hope you don't mind.
I am the King of Balls.
Kiss me.
Not you, Maurice, just anyone.
Declarative, Imperative, I am the King of Balls.
Kiss me.
Shouldn't this be on your own blog, not here in the workshop, King of Balls?
"King of Balls brings new life to street food"
Excellent. Well done, King of Balls. The Professor thanks you for reanimating street food. Everyone thanks you.
The workshop returns to its Pacific island roots.
How fitting.
We've come full circle.
Your trip will be unsatisfying, King of Balls. Just wanted you to know.
I think I'd prefer hepatitis to the prophylaxis. For two nights now I can't sleep on my sleeping arm.
Hep A, that is.
I'm sure the kisses will make it worth it all the pain.
I am the KOB.
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