She just has a picture of a monkey as her profile. She's 33. So I say:
In discarding the monkey and substituting man, our Father in Heaven did the monkey an undeserved injustice.
It's a Mark Twain quote. She says, "Why did you say that? It's cute."
Well, because you have a picture of a monkey as your profile and I like Mark Twain. Now are you a prostitute or what?
It's amazing. 95% of the women on Tinder in Bahrain are Asian prostitutes. Apparently, Bahrain is a big destination in the Middle East for prostitution.
So I assume that she's also an Asian prostitute. But she can't be soliciting for work because her profile picture is a monkey. And her description is something about not asking personal questions and she wants to talk to people, share ideas, et cetera. So I suspect that she's a bored prostitute.
I haven't cut my toenails in what seems like forever but is probably less than a month. It's sort of an experiment. Surely, they'll just break off when they get too long. You don't need to cut them. I looked at them recently and they aren't particularly long. So whatever.
There are few things that are so unpardonably neglected in our country as poker. The upper class knows very little about it. Now and then you find ambassadors who have sort of a general knowledge of the game, but the ignorance of the people is fearful. Why, I have known clergymen, good men, kind-hearted, liberal, sincere, and all that, who did not know the meaning of a "flush." It is enough to make one ashamed of one's species.
I remember as a kid in Finland, my sisters and me were trying to pass the time. So they had a deck of cards and were trying to teach me poker. Then my mother told them not to, presumably because I was too young. So I started crying. I must have learned not long after because we played poker a number of times at home. Not actual poker but sort of house rules. I'm pretty sure that tehre was no betting.
Kind of weird, though. Would parents today be concerned about their child playing a card game? I know it's poker but I don't think it has the same stigma today. Also, as I said, we were just playing it as a card game. There was no betting. It's no different from playing gin rummy.
Also weird during that trip to Finland is that I wasn't allowed to go on the boat to Sweden. Why on earth not? It's a family vacation and I'm the only one not allowed to take this boat trip to Sweden. People bring INFANTS on these things. I must have been 7 or 8 years old. If I was old enough to take the plane from the US to Finland, why can't I take the boat from Finland to Sweden? It's like a two hour trip.
It's bizarre. I wonder what possible reason they could have had for that. I remember, again, crying when I found out. And my mother was yelling at my sister for telling me about it. Why was it a secret? Why wasn't I allowed to go?
Imagine you have a 7 or 8 year old child. You're in Finland. It's a family holiday. You're there with your wife and your 12 year old and 16 year old daughters. You're staying at your father-in-law's home.
You're enjoying Finland but you also want to check out Sweden. It's nearby, you might as well. It might be interesting. There's a boat that goes there. A short cruise. It might be nice.
We don't need to bring the youngest child. How do you make that leap? Maybe they were doing a lot of walking in Sweden. I think that it was just a day trip. I don't know. I think that I'd still bring the child. I mean, my legs weren't broken. I was able to walk. There were never any problems. It's just weird.
I was asking my lady friend if she goes on holiday. She said no. They only time she's gone is when she comes up to Scotland to visit me.
I'm the same way. I haven't been on holiday since I was a kid. But people do it. These employers of mine are on holiday every other month because they're making so much money off of me that they don't know what to do with it all.
I should go somewhere. Take my lady friend. Could go to Finland. Take a boat ride to Sweden. See what I was missing.
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