OK. Not getting a Nissan…

Old Japanese men are crazy wholesome. Got accosted by one in Hiroshima’s Coin Road who was so proud of his English and wanting to talk to foreigners.

He was such a sweety! Told us he lived nearby, but came from elsewhere and that he was a rock star!

Ended up chatting with a local shop, then he just showed up again with a friend! Hahaha.

…what?

Hard boil them before painting. They still keep in the fridge. Eat them with a bit of salt and pepper.

We also emptied out the egg shells by poking holes in both ends, then blew out and rinsed the interiors. Afterward, fill with melted chocolate.

I suspect it’s like eating your fingernails or hair.

But, tactical dot!

I like laying underneath a Christmas tree and stare up into its decorated and lit branches. I’ll let myself out.

Maybe it’s called that where you are? In Quebec we call French Toast “pain doré”. :)

My bad. I had really bad nausea when typing that. Patate frites. I messed up the pomme de terre in there.

My favorite is French Toast. It’s just “golden bread”, pain doré.

Trick question. They’re called patate frites normally, but everyone just calls them frites.

I’m currently on a cruise offering Starlink internet. It blows so hard…

The ancient tablets!!!