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Originally Posted by lestatar
The concept of minimum ATM space is apparently unknown here.
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The concept of ANY personal space is unknown in Asia! Watch Asian tour groups visiting any site, shoulders pressed hard against their neighbors. Counter space in eateries is just as bad. I often feel I should be sharing my bowl of noodles. You would expect that the vast open space offered by the ocean would create some change, but scuba diving with a group of Asian divers means that your mask will repeatedly be kicked off, and you will rarely have arm space to put it back on and clear it!
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Originally Posted by wannabee
So the cat was making sure you knew it was being a good cat and only eating the oat to puke. and to make sure you knew it was a good cat it puked somewhere you were sure to find it. What a good cat.
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That's right. Good cat... Nice kittly... Here kitty kitty kitty...
There’s a cat in the kettle at the Peking Moon
I think I gotta stop eatin’ there at noon.
They say that it’s beef or fish or pork
But it’s purrin’ there on my fork.
There’s a hair-ball on my fork.
Did you ever think, when you eat Chinese
It ain’t pork or chicken but a fat siamese?
Yet the food tastes great, so you don’t complain.
But that’s not chicken in your chicken chow mein.
Seems to me I ordered sweet-and-sour pork
But Garfield’s on my fork.
He’s purrin’ here on my fork....
There’s a cat in the kettle at the Peking Moon
The place that I eat every day at noon.
They can feed you cat and you’ll never know
Once they wrap it up in dough, boys:
They fry it real crisp in dough.
Chou Lin asked if I wanted more
As he was dialin’ up his buddy at the old pet store.
I said "Not today. I lost my appetite.
"There’s two cats in my belly and they want to fight."
I was suckin’ on a Rolaid and a Tums or two
When I swear I heard it mew, boys:
And that is when I knew...
There’s a cat in the kettle at the Peking Moon
I think I gotta stop eatin’ there at noon.
They say that it’s beef or fish or pork
But it’s purrin’ there on my fork.
There’s a hair-ball on my fork.
Stitchawl