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That's so bad, it's fowl.
That's a perfectly charming tale...
It is the same story as that of HoTei, who carries a sack.
In that tale, the disciple he meets, simply asks, "Master, what is Enlightenment?"
HoTei says nothing, but merely places the sack on the ground, and nods, knowingly.
Somewhat fazed and mildly bemused, the disciple, at a slight loss, then asks.
HoTei merely picks up the sack, hauls it up on to his back, smiles benignly, nods, and carries on his way.
Before Enlightenment, Fetch water, chop wood.
After Enlightenment, sod, it, buy Manhattan apartment with all mod cons.
It all the same, anyway.
Oh well, if we're going to talk 'Guilty pleasures', mine's Bombay Bad Boy pot noodles with cheese strings. I have mentioned this before - but the extent to which I ate this muck is actually terrifying now I think back on it. I ate at least one, once a day, for what must have been nearly a year.
I'm actually genuinely appalled, if not somewhat ashamed of the fact.
I'm lucky if I let myself do that once a month, if that, now.....
Genuine addiction, if ever there was one.....
Love the trunk. (only the British will understand that double-entendre.... )