My Sometimes Burning Butt

Sometimes, I get into trouble because of Homo Escapeons, who is certifiably nuts.
At a Hallowe'en masquerade party, he went as Quebec Premier Rene Levesque, who was trying to get predominantly French-speaking Quebec to separate from Canada.

Prime minister Pierre Elliot Trudeau, who was also French, was central to the theme. So I was him trying to destroy Levesque, who had a cigarette in his mouth apparently every second. We both got extrmely drunk & stupid.
No. More stupid than the night we both stripped down at my mom's cabin and went cross-cuntry skiing.
Believe it or not, Donn was even dumber then. Really.
I have no proof, really -- besides all these pictures...

I don't quite get it. Ihad a whole bunch of other pix to download from the Web. And it is important for me to note that none of these pix were taken by me.Instead, these pix were taken by a variety of different people through the years. Of various Common wealth Expeditions featuring Filipinos, Indians, Canadians, Australians, Brits, Scots, Irish...any peoples from Commonweath countries.

It was all run by a Brit named Colonel Lionel Gregory, who served in India at some point and came to love it. And his idea, I think, was to spread the word about India and encourage an exchange of cultures among Commonwealth nations.

Back then, in 1979 or so, the Shah of Iran had not yet been deposed; A year later, the U.S. hostage-taking would occur. Iraq, constantly at war with Iran I believe, was under the rule, even then, of Sadam Hussein.

He would later be found by the Americans and I believe was executed. Talk about a bit of a fall from grace.

This is somewhere on that trip. From Deal, England to India. On the way back to England, I left the trip and my job as a navigator abord the Manitoba bus to hitc-hike home We were in Iran or Turkey.

The trip took us from Deal to The Netherlands, what was then West Germany, Yugoslavia, Greece, Turkey, Syria, Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan and India -- where we spent roughly a month -- before, driving back, me and a fellow Canadian named Dick -- left the expedition and hith-hiked back.

I think we left the trip at Mount Ararat in Turkey. Er had to wait at the border-crossing there forever, so he and I left. Wecaught a ride a day or two later with a trucker, a lorrie driver, going home to Britain.

I can't remember his name now, but he was brilliant. He brought us through Bulgaria and Sweden, I think, places we wouldn't otherwise have gone. It was a great trip I went on and I learned lots about life.

I also tore my right knee ligaments on a hill in turkey while playing Frisbee football. But that's another story.

Park

I can't hardly pronouce his name properly. But this is Park Jung Sang. He is my one and only English language student. A few years ago, he and I would meet weeky at a mall for me to teach him conversational English.
I have met his lovely wife and all three of his young sons, I think, when he invited me over to their place a few years ago and for a Korean Christmas supper with his friends.

He is very religious. He is also very intelligent. He and fis family, like so many other people of different nationalities, have emigrated to Canada, a vast country which has the space.

All it needs are people like Park and his wife and kids.

WW's What an Ass Award

I was fiddling around one day...
When I saw this picture of my best friend, Donn (why the two n's?) , aka Homo Erectus I mean Escapeons, who no longer blogs but has become a Facebook weenie, which we all know in short is an FW.

In case it isnt evident, he is on the right. No, I don;t mean HE is on the right. Oh, yes I do.
This is a tsuami, which I know little about, living on the Prairies.

This is a human brain. Homo Escapeons wouldn't know that. Above, not below. I'm serious, Donnnnnnn. That's a grizzly bear below, not a human brain.

You may want to pay attention to above. No need to ask why. Just do it. With your eyes in your head. And your mouth closed.
Note the "shopping area" above in an internet closeup of "the woman's brain." Note also the relatively under-developed independence neuron, the "homework" particle and the "Sense of Direction" particle -- if you can find them!

Note Hymie. And what he'd do the next time he hears Facebook.
Here is the closeup of a male brain. Notice the large size of the sports and T.V. sections and the tininess of our attention spans and personal hygiene.
I guess this the female equivalent, above. Note the large area for irrational thought and indecision, plus the hard to find sex particle and the bossiness area, which just south of the sense of direction particle.


Jabba the hutt: the Fate of most females on Earth.

Note, in this informative sketch above, the up to date pursuit of interests in The Modern Male. Note in particular the size, bigger than previously thought, of the toilet aiming cell in the modern male. Only the Listening Particle is smaller.