Originally posted by vandervelde ...roast beef with remoulade sauce, green salad, pickles, whilst I was typing on my netbook, here at my cheap hotel.
I managed not to make key board into a pig nest, somehow, but I realized that I would never let any one else to eat over my netbook.
Except for some hot girl (naked).
You seem to spend a lot of time in cheap hotels, at least that's the impression I get from reading about your travels. I'm assuming you have a home base, so when you're not traveling where do you call 'home'?
Originally posted by vandervelde I had couple of local ČISK beers here in Malta, took a bath in warm see in November, and was so happy when I saw my suitcase on conveyor belt that I gave it a hug and kissed it three times.
edit::: you missed the point of the tread
There was a point? Sorry, I'm about as thick as that sandwich you described. What was the point?
Originally posted by lemondrop the man obviously prefers good food in the seedy part of town
typing on his notebook is a metaphor for pleasuring himself as he waits for the hot, naked girl to drool over his unfinished work
Yeah I was thinking along those lines, but he does seem a droll sort of chap so I figured he was sharing with us the highlight of his week.
I think however Lemon you've hit the nail on the head.