Saw a friend of mine bellyaching for hours like a despondent ram about his dry run (though it seems his been living in a desert). He is been trying to give all possiological explanations of his bad luck but any half witted turtle can adduce to the fact that If anyone wants to succeed in the noble art, they should strike out on new paths, rather than travel the worn paths of accepted success and in this case I will call it recycling. The World owes no man a living but it owes every man an opportunity to make a living. Two days without prey is eternity to a lion. Just imagine what two years would be...possibly the death knell.
Lots of excuses...you're a lame duck!!!
The city has become some sort of small world where everyone is known by everyone. The only place where man can be incognito is in Morocco’s capital in Kampala...which the distinguished delegate from Butabika knows by another popular name. the amazing thing about this hangout is that one knows few people and few people know him. Guess it’s because everyone is pursuing socially acrimonious motives (calling it trapping the lamb)...and are disguising it with smoking... I will not talk about the quality of the main attractions lest regulars are bombed with competitors. Stay where you want to hangout...we desire no rivals.
Wingman's pledge...
Going to the beach on a Tuesday would be an incredible idea. The challenge is on...next Tuesday...I will be lying in the sand, listening to the waves and assimilating the rhythm...folks at work don’t envy me... I know too well that there will be lots of company at the beach. If you want me to find you there... the ground rules are; no cameras, I guess the rest you know like all amorous events...and will have fun.
simply awesome...???
Beer ni bora...not because I am a legendary pint imbibing creature. I have found pleasure in the company of wise men and these wise folks spend a good amount of time pricking their conscience with a bottle of Namibia’s finest.
philosophie...
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