probably counterfeit!
probably counterfeit!
ABC-Aruba, Bonaire and Curacao: You can bet on it.
ABC-Aruba, Bonaire and Curacao: You can bet on it.
"Getting Kojack-ed" was made popular by 1970's TV star, Telly Savalas. Who loves ya baby? We do---the perfectly bald.
"Getting Kojack-ed" was made popular by 1970's TV star, Telly Savalas. Who loves ya baby? We do---the perfectly bald.
Mc Donalds Is Hiring At Gitmo!
Out of work and willing to relocate, McDonalds is looking for shift managers at GITMO! to flip hamburgers.
Ronald sez, "The McDonald's franchise at the Guantanamo Bay Naval Base in Cuba is looking for an assistant manager. The ideal candidate will have previous restaurant management experience, a valid U.S. passport and a willingness to relocate to Cuba.
As I sail by the Northwest point of Cuba, Ed sez "Give me the ball. Put me in Coach!"
I have always dreamed of that perfect place in the sun, working for one of the world's largest companies on the planet and enjoying tax -free income.
Camp X Ray sounds awesome! hanging out with Jihad Joes and Generation Terrorists. Six degrees from Mohamad Atta. Yes even the 215 detainees, can make take-out orders for Big Macs and Happy Meals!
I guess those days of nation building, taking all the angry PPL from Iran and Iraq, and giving them their own country-Irate, are over. The Cuba Express Card-Don't leave home.
Marlboro Man---is an American Beauty---Look Closer. Cowboy French Fries! from the most powerful---and in some quarters, most hated----brand image of the century.
And the winner of the Phillip Morris Throat Kazoo, in a smokeless tobacco catagory goes to this Angioplasty---Come to McDonald Country.SURGEON GENERAL'S WARNING: The smeel of McDonald french fries causes everyone around you to run away and join the circus, yearn to play the bagpipes or start busting it out in an interesting Christian rock band Scott Stipe sort of way.
In the United States of Unconscious eating, The Standard American Diet acronym is S.A.D. --This your brain on french fries! Depressing, huh? I thought Chairman ObaMao outlawed torture!
Mc Donalds Is Hiring At Gitmo!
Out of work and willing to relocate, McDonalds is looking for shift managers at GITMO! to flip hamburgers.
Ronald sez, "The McDonald's franchise at the Guantanamo Bay Naval Base in Cuba is looking for an assistant manager. The ideal candidate will have previous restaurant management experience, a valid U.S. passport and a willingness to relocate to Cuba.
As I sail by the Northwest point of Cuba, Ed sez "Give me the ball. Put me in Coach!"
I have always dreamed of that perfect place in the sun, working for one of the world's largest companies on the planet and enjoying tax -free income.
Camp X Ray sounds awesome! hanging out with Jihad Joes and Generation Terrorists. Six degrees from Mohamad Atta. Yes even the 215 detainees, can make take-out orders for Big Macs and Happy Meals!
I guess those days of nation building, taking all the angry PPL from Iran and Iraq, and giving them their own country-Irate, are over. The Cuba Express Card-Don't leave home.
Marlboro Man---is an American Beauty---Look Closer. Cowboy French Fries! from the most powerful---and in some quarters, most hated----brand image of the century.
And the winner of the Phillip Morris Throat Kazoo, in a smokeless tobacco catagory goes to this Angioplasty---Come to McDonald Country.SURGEON GENERAL'S WARNING: The smeel of McDonald french fries causes everyone around you to run away and join the circus, yearn to play the bagpipes or start busting it out in an interesting Christian rock band Scott Stipe sort of way.
In the United States of Unconscious eating, The Standard American Diet acronym is S.A.D. --This your brain on french fries! Depressing, huh? I thought Chairman ObaMao outlawed torture!
Being Chuck Noland
Ed Reif is a time-obsessed FedEx systems analyst, who jets around the world resolving productivity problems. After his plane crashes, he is given up for dead. Stranded alone on a desert island, his only companion is Wilson, a volleyball.
Knowing he must get back to the mainland, Ed builds a crude raft and heads out to sea because he still has one more package to deliver.
Being Chuck Noland
Ed Reif is a time-obsessed FedEx systems analyst, who jets around the world resolving productivity problems. After his plane crashes, he is given up for dead. Stranded alone on a desert island, his only companion is Wilson, a volleyball.
Knowing he must get back to the mainland, Ed builds a crude raft and heads out to sea because he still has one more package to deliver.
Yet if Vegas is where neon goes to die, then this is certainly the resting place of "Legend" and "One Love" Bob Marley Nostalgia. The music still stands the test of time, and Bob Marley is an American Idol, but the country needs an extreme makeover.
Think Fat Elvis belting out a few lines of My Way--Karaoke Elvis, a cheap imitation of himself. And so it is with Jamaica, like a hound dog with a few miles left, loyal to the end--providing tourists with the ganja, the rum, the HBO (Hair Belonging To Others) $10 hookers and the rasta vibe.
"So what do you want?" gets asked a hundred times as I walk the gauntlet in Ocho Rios. I'm feeling Cambodia, Thailand and Turkey pushing at me all at the same time. Thank god there are no carpet merchants.
Even Rolling Stone's Mick Jaggar abandoned his house; paid with a currency that doesn't exist anymore-the US Dollar.
I want to say-"What do I want--how about infrastructure, a police force, sanitation, hygiene..but instead I say" Coconuts"...They have plenty of those.
No Woman No Cry, sung by the Patron Saint of Reggae, is a pain in the English.
At first I thought it meant, No woman=no cry. Then, "Hay Woman Don’t cry, woman". Lately, I know it as another meaning: There is no woman who doesn't cry. This Coconut Entrepeneur has his take on it; but I found out a more accurate rendering of NWNC in Jamaican patois would be ‘No, woman, nuh cry.’ The ‘nuh,’ which makes a shorter vowel sound for ‘no,’ is the equivalent of the contraction ‘don’t.
Yu done know (= You understand) Inna di morrows =See you tomorrow in The Grand Cayman Islands and the calm, turquoise waters of Enya's Western Caribbean Blue.
Yet if Vegas is where neon goes to die, then this is certainly the resting place of "Legend" and "One Love" Bob Marley Nostalgia. The music still stands the test of time, and Bob Marley is an American Idol, but the country needs an extreme makeover.
Think Fat Elvis belting out a few lines of My Way--Karaoke Elvis, a cheap imitation of himself. And so it is with Jamaica, like a hound dog with a few miles left, loyal to the end--providing tourists with the ganja, the rum, the HBO (Hair Belonging To Others) $10 hookers and the rasta vibe.
"So what do you want?" gets asked a hundred times as I walk the gauntlet in Ocho Rios. I'm feeling Cambodia, Thailand and Turkey pushing at me all at the same time. Thank god there are no carpet merchants.
Even Rolling Stone's Mick Jaggar abandoned his house; paid with a currency that doesn't exist anymore-the US Dollar.
I want to say-"What do I want--how about infrastructure, a police force, sanitation, hygiene..but instead I say" Coconuts"...They have plenty of those.
No Woman No Cry, sung by the Patron Saint of Reggae, is a pain in the English.
At first I thought it meant, No woman=no cry. Then, "Hay Woman Don’t cry, woman". Lately, I know it as another meaning: There is no woman who doesn't cry. This Coconut Entrepeneur has his take on it; but I found out a more accurate rendering of NWNC in Jamaican patois would be ‘No, woman, nuh cry.’ The ‘nuh,’ which makes a shorter vowel sound for ‘no,’ is the equivalent of the contraction ‘don’t.
Yu done know (= You understand) Inna di morrows =See you tomorrow in The Grand Cayman Islands and the calm, turquoise waters of Enya's Western Caribbean Blue.
