Facebook just told me that my birthday is coming up in a few weeks and invited me to select a charity to which my friends can donate, in honor of my birthday, I guess. Now I'm pissed off at FB, and at every one of my friends whom FB has told me opted in to this bull****.

Also, El D posted on FB earlier tonight and seems perfectly fine.

Microbet is a top-shelf poster as well. He’s old and he’s earnest, but his knowledge of the sizzler salad bar is beyond question.

Thank you very much. I haven't been to Sizzler for quite a while.

You see a soft serve ice cream machine. You get to pull the handle and get as much as you want. There are toppings. Sure, the attraction is obvious. But don't forget, it's not good ice cream. You're better off with some cottage cheese and sliced peaches.

That is totally inspirational. My goal is not to make something super exceptionally memorable/special/extraordinary but to do something that creates least negative emotions and preferably something positive. I absolutely don't want to get dissolved in " I am a year closer to death. What is the sense of al that. Woe me Woe " funk. And to do nothing and kinda forget that I have birthday is a totally good line.

Yep, I lived until 16 y.o in Kasachstan. In the area that was the third biggest coal mine of former Soviet Union. No idea about prostitutes... You certainly can find some. May be two interesting facts: Kazachstan remained peaceful during the whole breaking-up of Soviet union and is comparatively save for tourists. It is transition state for transport of drugs from further south into Russia with all accompanying consequences.

And I didn't watch Borat but I can totally laugh about it.

Definitely get a massage on your birthday. None of this self massage bs

Speaking of massages:

1. I've never had a professional massage.

2. I was in a mall a couple weeks ago and went into the Sharper Image store and while test driving a fancy massage chair it occurred to me that with all those chairs and hand held devices they are pretty much a sex toy store. Had to get up from the massage chair before that thought became evident.

A spa day is a super good idea.

A pro massage depends a lot on a guy/girl who is doing it. I went through 5 or 6 various spa places until I found one where I can truly relax and think that they are worth the money.

Done wrong it can be super unpleasant experience and make at least me 10 times more tense.

Never had a professional massage? That would be a great birthday outing imo.

My birthday is coming up as well, this is a busy time of year for birthdays.

I take a lot of photos and videos, then delete most of them off my phone after I back them up. The video of this may never get deleted. There is no joy like the joy of a child receiving a cascading shower of tootsie rolls equivalent to > half his bodyweight.



Never remember who this is, then reverse image search it and am always disappointed that there are no other images of her that are even remotely as hot as this one is.


It's "the sizzler", son. DYE speak old?

So El D is stranded in a tree in Kazakstan? Dayum! Poor guy.

That was good.

A little girl hiding in a lilac bush with a cat sounds like a music video for a Bjork song.

I think that from pre-internet generation basically everyone has some kind of similar memories. This lilac bush was pretty cool. Three bigger brunches grew almost like a chair. Smell of lilac and linde ( lime tree?) is for me to this days spring and it makes me feel totally like all my senses are a lot sharper than normal.

Ok I'm going to come out and say it; on the subject of massages.

Thai massages are terrible. They are. It took me years in Thailand and many massages to come to this conclusion but it's true. Unless you're into masochism they amount to an hour of squirming around trying to avoid the elbow in your back from causing you too much pain, your only respite coming when you have to turn over, giving you sweet relief for all of 30 seconds and the knowledge that at least it's half way done.

I always consoled myself by saying that I came out feeling great, but i've come to the realisation that that feeling was just my body dumping endorphins into my system to signal that I'm out of danger.

My wife tells me the massages she gets in Bangkok are by far the best she's ever had. Of course I'm not there and have no idea what these "massages" include.

I'll bet you spend a lot of time "thinking" about it.

Literally just got done with a professional massage and was really happy with the guy because he didn't skimp on the elbows digging into my back. But then, I got back issues and I need that work to have any hope of releasing anything.

Was it full release?

Imagine being a normal massage therapist and everyone assumes you're a prostitute.

Is that not correct?

Imagine being a legitimate Nigerian businessman, just trying to make some overseas contacts.

If I ever make another account it’s going to be LegitNigerianBuinessman

Do any of the historians know who Idi and Mr. Francis are/were? Looking at you, Greg Oreo.

It’s a reputation thing, and entirely dependent on where you are. There are stacks of massage parlours where you would never dream of assuming you have to end thing, happily.