Dont forget to have the pulp rich version.

Everything inherently wrong with trolling to death endless people that you call friends comparing irrelevant extreme things with reasonable choices some people make because let me think again milk is food and drinks not so much especially when something is hot. Some mfer like Trump plays this half truth game well too (maybe 25% for him) . I wouldnt like to invite such comparisons if i were you.

Apparently its patently impossible to realize that maybe i wasnt having chili with milk but a little chili with salad and sausage, eggs and bread and yes some milk making absolutely nothing about it wrong other than it feels too high energy content.

So take a super snobbish high cuisine restaurant sommelier to applaud your snobbish arrogant positions guys and approve your high level taste that is missing apparently to someone that has tasted all that you hold near and dear and thinks i can mix it up and be fine always with my choices without them being the least ridiculous by any serious people's standards of choices.

In case its missed again. I didnt get a glass of milk and my chili and went for it! Got it? It is a little different. It is called a more diverse meal than that which happens to have also water or milk to it.

Damn, i thought you were in the asylum with the other inmates. What happened? Night king resurrecting trolbies?

I can imagine washing down a bowl of chilli peanuts with a glass of milk. Else, I have no idea what dish you speak of.

Does the milk come from a cow, a goat or almonds?

Some context is needed here before I jump to conclusions. of course the cure for hot food is milk

What is Asda. A walmart subsidiary. In any case I can't find that beer in my your local tesco. A bottle of beer that is good and approximates the same price, once converted from sterling to euros is Lomza, or Praga. From tesco. Or Prague. Or Poland.

Love the new digs, but I still gotta check up on you guys to make sure you aren't descending into barbarism and drinking milk with chili. Sweet Christmas, that's gross af.

The one in Battersea has a good selection of cheap spices. Even black cardamoms, although I had to get the amchur in Hounslow. Not that I'm a good enough cook for it to matter. Been entertaining for the Chelsea Flower Show. You've heard of that, presumably.

Don't put the pussy on a pedestal.

If the girl rocks up on a date tipsy I'm more than happy. She rocks up drunk, I'm ecstatic.

If she isn't happy with my attitude to alcohol and inebriation in general, and in this case she wasn't; her loss...or win...really doesn't matter.

She dodged a bullet, and I dodged a train. She wants the "nice, well-mannered man" to parade to her friends and family, she'll have no problems finding one happy to play pretend...or at least until middle-age, boredom, loneliness and sex-once-a-month begins. This just won't do. Find someone fun.

I don't. I can get the puss in 15 minutes if i wanted to do so. I would need to pay approximately 80 euros.

Which may be less expensive, in the long run, whether the cost is financial and/or emotional.

Why the need for Asian food. Did you not take her out to eat, though.

And I did, go and screw it up with the Italian bird. And alcohol was a compounding factor in the equation. Again. I am trying to warn others not to be like me. But actually, I agree. I rang her yesterday by accident. She text me "hey, did you try to call me." I replied, "no you were in my history and I called you by accident." She replied, "Ok."

Everything happens for a reason (I am still trying to work out what this means but it's perhaps the most personal, known, and interesting quote of all times. Aristotle I believe.).

I am catching a bus to Dublin airport tonight. I will be back from Amsterdam Sunday evening, with the help of God. The plan was not to go solo, but that's how it's going to be. I will be attending a massive house music outdoor festival.

I'm not a smoker. I might ask for the lowest THC to CBD ratio product on the menu for curiosity's sake. THC is not soft to me.

I will try to check the Van Gogh museum and the Anne Frank house.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YVPQbi30U58

You can actually pick your strains in Amsterdam. Am sorely jealous.

Even if you don't respond well to THC you can find strains that specifically give you a happy, energetic high. Ask for these. Everywhere else in the world, you can't - you take what you're given, and what you're given is a comatose-high. The one where you're paranoid, hungry and too high to function. This is nice only under the condition you're using it for insomnia.

Speaking of...I've made a large batch of weed-butter, which I will be baking into triple-choc brownies tomorrow. Deciding on a movie or show to go with it. Taking suggestions.

It's goes beyond paranoia to full blown derealisation. But without the happiness that comes with the so-called hallucinogens. My beliefs in solipsism and Mahayana Buddhism are reinforced, until it wears off.
It affects me so badly, I'd choose an hallucinogenic every time if i was forced to do so. But they banned shrooms over there.

I am in the minority. I either started too young or innately possess issues, and/or both. But yes, I am interested in a Indica strain. Purely to test the waters.

Sounds like you might be prone to psychosis. I'd go easy, yep. Interesting how anyone with any experience with hallucinogens considers more seriously the otherwise ridiculous idea of solipsism. Buddhism also is quite appealing. Essentially anything that isn't strictly materialism.

Seeing reality construct itself around you, out of the pure disorder of interchanging, flowing and unpredictable energy is really something else. For the sake of communication I'd equate it to another more common human experience, but I can't. Even the greatest of writers were incapable.

I'm sure it does. I can take solace in the fact that, if true, I've already been there and back, a few times, and I'm actually doing quite well, relatively speaking. (Solipsism is true, however.).

Anyway, ciao, for now. Let' s see what this city has to offer me.

I've been to Amsterdam a number of times but just passing through on KLM so the airport is all I've seen. They do have a great Thai Massage place right in the airport (non-sexual). I have yet to taste the earthly delights that Amsterdam is famous for but it is on my agenda before passing into the void.

Live is short Mac - enjoy all you can. And don't be serious. That will kill you.

It would be like going to willy wonkas chocolate factory - as an adult.

Thousands of varieties of marijuana edibles, baked in thousands of different sweets, with thousands of different strains. Each experience so new and unique that you could spend 10 years in indulgence before finding your favourites.

P.s. You don't pass into the void. You pass through it.

You can't have space which is unoccupied by any solid. You cannot have solid not occupying some space. This is absolutely elementary and yet we don't realize it, because—for example—the average person thinks that space is nothing... that it's just a sort of not-there-ness in which there are things.

And we are slightly afraid that 'not-there-ness'... that nothingness, that darkness—the negative poles of all these oppositions—will win... that they will eventually swallow up every kind of being and every kind of 'there-ness.'

But when you catch on to the game, you realize that that won't happen, because what is called 'not existing' is quite incapable of being there without the contrast of something called 'existing.'

It's like the crest and the trough of a wave; you can't have a wave that is all trough and no crest just as you can't have a wave which is all crest and no trough. Such a thing has never been manifested. They go together, for the subjective and the objective.

It's 10am and I've arrived into the bar of an Amsterdam airport. I noticed they were speaking a different language. A made up language. Gibberish essentially. I looked at the taps. And I uttered one word: Heineken.

Instead of giving me a pint, I was given options: small , medium or large. Lol. What.

Large, I said. I would have went super-sized had it been an option but you get my point.

A large Heineken equates to a pint. And it tastes exactly the same as home. I like this place already. I'm going to have a ****in laugh.

Cheers Zeno. I don't take life seriously, just merely sincerely.

A culture with subtlety.

America would be - large, jumbo, and family-sized (in case you want to drink until your family begs you to stop).

Scientific society will get this one right by finally taking it out of the darkness, the guilt, the shame, the exploitation and the secret...turning into something amusing, educational and clean from guilt and suffering of all involved.

Matteo Salvini, Italy Wins. Just got wind of this from my friend in Sicily since I pay little attention to politics.

In more important news my strawberries are getting ripe and I will have an excellent crop. Onions, potatoes, peas, beets, and carrots are all doing equally well.

My bunker is finished. Ammo sorted and stacked. Food supplies stored properly. The minefield planted and the searchlights installed.

Let's Rumble.

This, then, is the human problem: there is a price to be paid for every increase in consciousness. We cannot be more sensitive to pleasure without being more sensitive to pain.

P.S. Jackass is a work of artistic genius.

when you mouth is suitably on fire then some cheap UK style milk chocolate is just about proof that god exists.

but with hot food - red wine is the best. Although good beer is always the best as well.

Part of the melody is lifted from People Are Strange but at least it shows she has some roots.