a coffee thermos is an important part of my life -- as a taxi driver sometimes i only get 5 or 6 hours of sleep between 12 or even 13 hour long shifts......... a coffee flask that sits tightly in its holder is much needed
hitherto, i'd been using my good friend Karl Marx's beautiful red WILD BEAN CAFE flagon...... now i'm happy to say i've ordered one from Moses for only $6! (made in communist china).... sure i am paying $16 to get it shipped to Australia -- a bit pricey -- but think of all the money i am putting into American private enterprise in the shipping industry when they need it most!
now i'll have a red BOLD FRESH flagon or a bold red WILD BEAN CAFE flagon to choose from! thanks Karl and Moses!
well moving on: to fathers who advize their children to poke someone else's eyes out.... my father did just that to his daughter who was having some problems with some kids at school -- we're from a tough neighbourhood people -- Chris Rock would love my neighbourhood.... how tough is my neighbourhood? last year it premiered on Canadian nightly news because a pacific (mark that: pacific) islander approached an invalid wheelchair-bound Canadian in a wheelchair, extracted some steel from the wheelchair and proceeded to beat the Canadian with it, that's how tough my home town is.....
i don't miss it, having recently moved to a better part of Sydney recently - my new town is 100% Muslim and way closer to the rest of the city, not out in the sticks
so when i told some Californian friends about my father telling my sister to get a pen and stick it in so-and-so's eye if they try to mess with her - they were pretty impressed with it: they were like: yep, that's hardcore, wouldn't want to mess with that
unless you're ready to turn the other cheek, get ready for violence
some kid came up to me when i was about 10 years old -- we used to be tight -- but now he just hated me -- he sucker punched me in the gut and ran off to his mom waiting across the road in her car -- apparently i never thanked him mom for a ride after swimming so bam! punch in the gut -- what a jerk! --- shortly thereafter my father found out about it and got real upset and made a point of walking all the way up to these peoples' home and banging on their front door and yelling at them to come out..... i think as a kid i never had a problem turning the other cheek and taking a beating.....
sometimes u might even want a beating just for the heck of it..... after returning from Israel to my swanky home in paris at 1 boulevard pershing, porte maillot, paris (just down the road from the arc de triomphe)..... i was coming home from work at la defense and all of a sudden the cafe next to my apartment door had put out tables and chairs for the springtime --- and they were in my way!! -- THE AUDACITY! -- without thinking twice i flipped the nearest table aside like silly putty -- the owners were incensed and it looks like they were jews too (ashkenazi of course, not sephardim).... three or four of them gave chase and i never got away --- another beating --- no point taking on 4 guys at once -- thanks for that clobbering, i really needed that
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