exodus

fuckin A bru. nairobi. the promised land. the land of milk and honey. of steers, and milkshakes, and full english breakfasts. of public litter bins, hot showers, and sit-down toilets. of internet. of you and me and christina aguileria in the hot tub... all night long. quality.

i am sorry to report that ethiopia was not all rainbows and butterflies. in fact it was a bit of a backward hell-hole. super backward. so backward some small towns don't have coca-cola. so backward some folks haven't even heard of the mighty spurs. so backward... err... um... just believe me man, it's real backward. and the fuckin lamb tibs had me farting, and burping, and shitting, and vomiting all over the show. goddamn jippos. was guarenteed to get them after i lost my jippo-juice in the incident.

i'm hitching a ride

out of this no good town

on the bright side my tach is coming on leaps and bounds!!! had to use a bit of colour though. henne. it was too blonde. slight ginger tinge now. quality. frank's tach, however, is ailing. it took a backward step when he went to the barber the other day. even the natural ginger wisps couldn't restore credibility.

gonna try catch the rugby tonight. believe it or not... the rugby is huge here. the promised land. and then gonna try pick up some righteous american un aid slappers and hit the town. we can only hope.

and i wonder what they're saying

if we get lucky babe

and i wonder what they're saying

if we go all the way

shame about lucky dube. respect.