So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...
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Being his dad though, I guess you should know.
here in demanrk no christams cakes in the shops but in germany they did start about first september
greeings :-))
Roddy, he is very tall, and growing by the minute!
Andrea, this photo was taken in the first week of Spring here (early September)!
Carola, the reason for the snow was a big Southerly heading up from Antarctica. When the winds hit the mountain, the height that it's driven to generally results in settling snow.