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...and with that there is officially nothing left for foreigners in Kunming to complain about.
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...and with that there is officially nothing left for foreigners in Kunming to complain about.
@ Wayne Stephen
Sterling idea. From now on any and all evenings of wonderful hotpot and baijiu which culminate in assault go through me. Without my rubber stamp you're doing something terribly unconscionable and will be dealt with accordingly.
PS. This initiative will only last as long as it takes my moral code to assent to the idea that dropping girls on their heads is quite simply a triviality and that anyone at any time could engage in such conduct.
PPS. When this happens I'd like us to be friends. You intrigue me.
PPPS. !!!
oh, man... he's right... I really do need to keep it cool. Where to start? Hmm.
Kickkick's keeping it cool 'to do' list:
Step 1: eat wonderful hotpot with female friend
Step 2: wash it down with copious amounts of baijiu
Step 3: give aforementioned female friend serious head trauma
Step 4: chill
if there's one good thing to come out of the moron's unconscionable actions it's the beautiful prose above.
i take it there was more than one moron, but only one of them went randy robinson on the girl?
i'm picturing a marauding band of droogs, swinging chains, sipping 'the old knifey moloko' and indulging in random acts of orgiastic violence.
Totally agree with Chris Taylor; it isn't his fault because somebody should have intervened and explained to the poor guy the consequences that might result from his actions.
How was he to know? He might be an adult, but his capacity was impaired by drugs and alcohol. Obviously, this puts the onus on us.
Community policing is the answer. Constant foot patrols up and down Wenlin Jie and Wenhua Xiang should do the trick. We're gonna need hats.
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so three friends walk into a cafe/gallery, right?
we sit at the counter, get handed menus and order a coke and a ginger tea.
the attendant appears confused and rummages through a cupboard behind a counter for two minutes.
he then sits and smokes.
again, we ask for a coke and a ginger tea, as well as a chocolate milkshake. he appears astonished, but disappears out the back and returns with a ginger tea complete with a lovely detergent bubble froth.
he then sits and smokes.
we ask again for the coke and the chocolate milkshake. he appears confused so we direct him to the fridge behind the counter and he gives us a coke can.
he then sits and smokes.
we ask again for the chocolate milkshake. he appears quite agitated and fumbles around in the cupboard behind the counter. we overhear him phoning somebody to enquire about this thoroughly exotic milk-based delicacy. he puts the phone down and fumbles through the cupboard.
he then sits and smokes.
realising he may not be the most capable attendant we cancel the order for the chocolate milkshake, hand back the ginger tea complete with a lovely detergent bubble froth, and settle the bill.
he then sits and smokes.
as for the art... the most compelling thing on the walls was an assembly of approximately 16 light switches and dimmers.