Well, there's a cunter for you. I'm in Poland, doing a gig at the Bank Unpronouncabilski surrounded by very kind people who are terribly polite but don't speak English and all seem to have BO.
More once I've recovered from the joys of travelling LOT.
LOT is the Polish word for CUNTS, as far as I can tell.
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So you don't work in the Jelly industry then?
Oh well... I'll forgive you because you braved Polskie Linie Lotnicze LOT.
'Lot' by the way means flight... which apparently is meant as some kind of warning, like 'flee'.
I'll leave you to recover... oh by the way, don't worry about the food. Everything is supposed to come with pickled cabbage, they're not having a laugh at your expense.
Every time i travelled LOT they had one menu - the densest sausages I've ever eaten. They always served 3 whether it was breakfast, lunch or dinner and I could never get through more than half of them.
enjoy!!
Ah, beloved and I once travelled LOT. In some ways it was terribly romantic because decided that if we could cope with a 12 hour wait and shitty service without getting arsy with each other we could survive anything. Alas we broke up very badly a few months later when he tried to fuck his wat around the Tory party. I'll blame it on LOT anyway.
Is the leper still standing on the square in the new old town?
@trixy, I'm not in Warsaw. I'm in Lodz
LOT's for softies! You won't know how lucky you are until you travel TAROM - Rumania's finest.
Ah. Well, bring me back some Wodka anyway.
I've been a good girl, I deserve it.
word verification: bulende. Sounds like something you'd eat in Poland.
Sorry trixy ... didn't feel up to even touching the bottle at duty free... :o)
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