My midget is still sleeping in the concrete slot outside the Mini Mart.
I wake him up.
Here.
It's only a few coins. But I love the gratitude that's written all over his face.
He's so adorable you just want to put him your suitcase and take him home.
I know, I've been in Manila toooooo long. I'll blame that superb blogger of B grade movies.
'You'll love it, Manila is fun.'
So was the hostess at the Intercontinental.
She had the mostess too.
The coppers were here for a convention on law enforcement on the streets of Manila.
'We don't shoot to kill always,' was the topic of the forum.
But the coppers were too busy drooling over the susu, or big tits, of the hostesses, than in making any meaningful contribution to the forum.
They dressed provocatively. The big boobed DNA had migrated from Borneo to the Philipines plus the Indonesian word for tits, susu.
'I love susu,' I say.
The coppers are now posing with me.
The hostesses are now posing with me.
I can feel something rubbing against my hip.
'Put that fucking gun away,' I says.
The more susu the better, I add. And the cops are going into another giggling fit.
The Philipines is really no different to Indonesia and Malaysia in many ways.
When the conversation starts about tits, the men always break down with their own version on the most talked about subject in the history of mankind.
One small tit for man, a giant set of tits for mankind.
It's all giggles and back slapping and haven't I culturally adjusted well to the Philipines.
I do try my best, I tell the coppers, as I make my way back to my room with three big titted hostesses.
It would cost me.
But where big tits are concerned, there's always allowances.
I wake him up.
Here.
It's only a few coins. But I love the gratitude that's written all over his face.
He's so adorable you just want to put him your suitcase and take him home.
I know, I've been in Manila toooooo long. I'll blame that superb blogger of B grade movies.
'You'll love it, Manila is fun.'
So was the hostess at the Intercontinental.
She had the mostess too.
The coppers were here for a convention on law enforcement on the streets of Manila.
'We don't shoot to kill always,' was the topic of the forum.
But the coppers were too busy drooling over the susu, or big tits, of the hostesses, than in making any meaningful contribution to the forum.
They dressed provocatively. The big boobed DNA had migrated from Borneo to the Philipines plus the Indonesian word for tits, susu.
'I love susu,' I say.
The coppers are now posing with me.
The hostesses are now posing with me.
I can feel something rubbing against my hip.
'Put that fucking gun away,' I says.
The more susu the better, I add. And the cops are going into another giggling fit.
The Philipines is really no different to Indonesia and Malaysia in many ways.
When the conversation starts about tits, the men always break down with their own version on the most talked about subject in the history of mankind.
One small tit for man, a giant set of tits for mankind.
It's all giggles and back slapping and haven't I culturally adjusted well to the Philipines.
I do try my best, I tell the coppers, as I make my way back to my room with three big titted hostesses.
It would cost me.
But where big tits are concerned, there's always allowances.
