Swinging my willy like it's made of money
Alt title: the general malaise of having no bitches (bitches being capital) I remember, one year, my family and I, we went to Thailand. Really, it was my mum, grandmum and I - my mum wanted to stay somewhere other than Sydney for a while - symptomatic of stress, overwork, and the general drudgery of modernity I guess. I remember going somewhere - funny that, remembering taking public transport, but not remembering where to. On the train - technically a monorail, but train sounds so much better - advertisements were blaring out in between each stop. So, you'd be standing in a single level train car, watching ads flitter by on those LCD screens where they'd display the stations. There was this temple. You climbed up the temple, to the top, leaving your grandma at the bottom. She had a fall, you see, fractured her hip before. So you climb up. And below you lies a sprawl of two storey buildings, each plonked together. And in the di...