Shit I Learned - things you pick up on the way

…the striking bottle-blonde woman in uniform with the grande meloni, designer shoes and facial piercings is actually a cop on foot patrol. I am looking forward see them in pursuit of a miscreant: “OK, girls…shoulders back, hips forward, one foot in front of the other and…strut!”

speak the Ayapaneco dialect in Mexico. The two of them are currently not on speaking terms.

(From Time Magazine).

…“will you marry me?”  The Princess said “NO!” and the Prince lived happily ever after and rode motorcycles and fucked slim big-titted broads and hunted and fished and raced cars and went to nudie bars and dated women half his age and drank whiskey, beer and Captain Morgan and never heard bitching and never paid child support or alimony and ate pussies and fucked cheerleaders and kept his house and guns and never got cheated on while he was at work; and all his friends and family thought he was fuckin’ cool as hell and had tons of money in the bank and left the toilet seat up.
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Our guide is a droll and intelligent woman, with a wicked sense of humour, and is originally from, of all places, Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

They were standing in the private chapel of the Medici Palace, which has a truly mind-blowing frescoe covering all walls. The lady spotted a leopard-looking cat in the painting.

“That’s an ‘ocelot’,” she said. “We still hunt with ocelots in Spain.”

Our guide replied:

“We bowl in Milwaukee.”