The life & times, poolside

As you perhaps remember, we don't exactly believe in "quarantines" and assorted femstate bullshitⁱ here at MP's world-famous harem. Nor should we.

Consequently, we've been enjoying life unfettered ; and down with "modern democracy"!

Ain't this country pretty though ?

The ever-encroaching Argentina. "Charla" is this typical word of the dumbas lexicon denoting superficial halfassery readily disavowable. A space "dedicat femeilor si inclusiv fata de persoanele transgender", an enchanted lala-land where "nobody can accuse you" and yakking's actually better than doing and all the rest of that pile of fussy nonsense.ⁱⁱ

It'll make entrepreneurs just as soon as Hannah lays eggsⁱⁱⁱ.

Dangers abound.

We're trying. Not quite there yet, it's true -- but we're trying.

Or rather... were.

Oh yeah, that's right, went out for Indian.

At a restaurant.

They were very happy to see us, too, because as the owner confessed we're the first custom he's seen in a week, and like the third group this month. This month, you understand me, fucking morti di fame rotti'n culo che non siete altri.

Oh, right, this is over in Escazu, Teraza Toscana. We're here for coffees, liqueurs and desserts ; also to point and laugh at facemasked passerbys (they tend to be mostly fatassed older females "working" in the bureaucracy and other deplorables), and touch our faces.

The staff remembers us, though we've not been there since before the Grand European Tour, so I don't have to as much order as confirm (and absolve, the poor maitre d' was very heartbroken over his menu being rendered swiss cheese by the hysteria).

For some reason there's a so-called Pick-up Station midwise on Avenida Escazu. I can't guess what the locals use it for ; but then again the locals are all in their hidey-holes, so... Feel free to try, I suppose, if you figure you've got cele necesare.

One of the better ways to wake up is to the sound of bitchez splashing in the pool.

Are we gonna join 'em ?

Butt of course we are.

How could we not ?

O, look at that, glass glasses! By the pool! O noes, call teh quarantinepolice, it's illegally dangerous, only plastic "glasses" allowed lest someone gashes themselves. Right ?

Laterz, suckerz!

PS. I also blend with the blender lid off if I wanna. Sue me.

1. "Social distancing" ?! What the fuck's that, a ridiculous if hopeless attempt to enact the ways and tropes of being an engineer into social normalcy ? Get over the stupid, it ain't never gonna happen that you sterile drony lamers will be socially acceptable. It's good that you've given up on trying to be cool, a step in the right direction ; but that's not even nearly enough, seriously now. You've still to give up on being acceptable, also. Because you aren't ; nor ever will be.

   And don't even get me started on that "don't touch your face!!11" cancerous meme. Yes, I'm aware most sexually worthless teenaged chickies in the pantsuit demo would benefit immensely from breaking their neurotic habits, among which lengthy list fucking with their facial features ceaselessly notably figures. Nevertheless, the problems of young cunthood are not important, let alone far, far from universal. If I hear another self-important moron whining about facetouching in adults I'ma stuff her in an oven originally built for jews. [↩]

2. And yes, they accidentalied the copy-paste, ended up with the same item twice. That's okay though, not like any of the other ones are any different anyways. [↩]
3. Speaking of which, if manticores did lay eggs (which seems a distinct possibility, I mean scorpion tail, right ?) what kind of eggs would they lay ? Jeweled ? Vacuous ? Do tell, I'm curious. [↩]