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Pass? Of course I’ll pass, my parents are loaded!

LE, I wasn't crazy about the bimbos either, but then at my age I've seen enough hooters without going to the bar. Brick-swingng, magneto and nose-snake all struck me as "weird-Asia", and if the last was a bit gross (well more than a bit), I didn't think of it as a "guys' only" pic. Not all guys are going to see things the same way. Possibly not all women either. In short, I think the variety of responses to the pics across the sexes is probably greater than the difference between the sexes. BICBW.
Calach, take a bow.
Chian-matt, cheekygal, I knew I was doing something wrong, but I didn't think it would take a dumb animal to show me what.

The Galapagos Island's Ambassador signs his name while visiting China.

 

Mr Wang was confident that even his trained beaver could write better Hanzi than any bignose.

"Wadda ya mean ya can't understand me accent??"

SIPIVT official exam invigilators: don't know the meaning of the word corruptible (but have a firm grasp of "fish").

"Oh God, I want fish, not jiaozi and noodles! You don't understand? Fish! F-I-S-H! Let me write it down for you".

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I always knew there would come a time and place for my old school song.

And here we are... in the key of D, hit it thanks Raoul!

" This time next week where shall we be

  Outside of the gates of S  H  C

  No more frogs eggs in my tea...."

 Oh my gawd!!! Noo..... aahhh..............

Acjade...what kind of school did you go too??? Frog eggs in your tea?? Were there cauldrons involved? snails and puppy dog tails? I know, 

Cauldrons and dark art witches ran a plenty. Puppy dogs tails and black patern leather shoes were also banned. NO mention of boys and nothing reflective that might drive the male mind into to sinful reflections. IT WAS CRAZY.

We sang the song for a month before the holidays began, slowly counting down the time until we were released into real life once again. On the evening before the holidays, the whole refractory openly sang the song in a loud voice. None of the nuns wanted us to appear at home with bruises on our body. It was a bit like singing Up there Cazaly before a Grand Final,actually. And as time has gone by I can look back and see the 'girls' now grown into women and how each of us dealt with that time and educational philosophy. I'm Irish to the core but the last person I'd put on a spaceship to planet Future would be an Irish Mercy teaching nun under the orders of a money grabbing, land expanding Mother Superior.

But....doesn't nuns know that all-girl Catholic schools have been the subject of sinful male fantasies for decades...it's the skirts and white socks...I think...