Doing a bypass

Walk on!

Ain’t got much to say, so we’ll keep it short and sweet today. Fair enough?

The Wednesday Walkers, all three of us, took the longish Jeepney ride out to Castillejos and did a walkabout on the GOVIC bypass highway.

My fellow adventurers, George and Swan.
On the road again.
We don’t need no edukasyon, we don’t need no thought control. Teacher, leave them kids alone!
Does Cass still lay hoes?
A heavenly hike.
Hell, Mary. Aren’t you worried that those three wise men will figure out what you and Joseph have been up to?
A tree I fancied along the way.
And then back on the National Highway for a bit.
The route we took on our 6K journey.

Come evening, Swan and I kicked things off at Sloppy Joe’s and shared some quite good chicken wings with fries. Then we went next door to Green Room, where I put my “buy one, get one” coupon to good use. When I’d drunk my fill, we headed for home sweet home.

I told you it was a nothing day. But I liked it all the same.

From the February 2015 LTG archives comes a post about coffee shops on Itaewon’s main drag. I was never much of a coffee drinker, but curiosity got the best of me one day, so I counted how many steps there were between the multitude of coffee houses. And I took a photo of each and every one. Go have a look for yourself.

It’s been a while since we’ve checked in with Smart Girl Philippines. In today’s YouTube video, she provides the nine reasons a Filipina wants to fuck a foreigner.

And now for these:

Nothing like getting back to your roots.
That’s a shortcut I’m not taking.
Well, I’m a boomer, but I don’t like 3, 5, 16, 19, or 20.

And that’s all he wrote. For today anyway.

6 thoughts on “Doing a bypass

  1. I would refuse to eat only liver and onions, so I guess I’m a human garbage disposal. That would explain a lot.

  2. I am suprised you like pickled herring, John. Would love to see pics of you eating some!

  3. Kevin, as a kid, my mom would make liver and onions for dinner a couple of times a month. The rule at our house was you stayed at the dinner table until you’d cleaned your plate. I couldn’t stand the taste of liver, so when she wasn’t looking, I’d drop it to one of our dogs under the table.

    It’s probably the onions you don’t like.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *