When in Rome... err, adapting, yeah
I have previously commented on the practise of going into the streets wearing pjs, yet the concept still fascinates me. Simon and I just had to try it out for ourselves this past weekend, and had our own little pj party. In the streets. Hopping from one place to the next. Then we played mahjong. Lots of it.
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Michelle was great. First she cleaned my sink. Next my toilet. Then she made me a delicious sandwich. If only more guests could be like her.
It's like what Lenin said...
I am the walrus.
11 Comments:
Lennon, you chump.
i love the fact that they're matching pjs. you two look like a great gay couple, taking on the world with umbrellas.
You two can almost pass for brothers!
Chris, watch Lebowski. Till then, STFU.
two gay criminals who skipped bail, fell in love and got engaged
matching pjs? don't make me jealous!
You're still a chump. Chump.
the fact that their sitting next to each other on the table's short end seals the deal
small world, I was checking out random nomad blogs and I came across the photos of Simmo and Michie. say hi to them for me,
cheers
John
MC Australia
I still can't believe Mishie did that.. she's been with you one week and you've got her cleaning the loo.
Mishie... whatever happened to the month and half you spent over here in BJ?! You won't even get INto our bathroom, let alone clean it!
Pierre, it's not what you say. It's how you say it.
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