Chow Fun
According to The New York Times, it takes an hour.
According to me, watching stir fry cooks at Chinese restaurants, it takes minutes.
According to Wikipedia, like pizza, there could be "any number of different individual preparations".
And if you can't find the noodles...
"It's not right. It's my tuchus on the line. If anything goes wrong, I have to pay out $1 back to those goat herders in turbans."
The High Priest was dropping off the 40 points. He wasn't happy.
I just figured that it was in his nature to be dissatisfied. The stereotype that his people...
They pay me for it. I'll call it work. It's physical, in a different way. My work boots got scuffed today. The pavement did it. Relax, I did not get hurt. Fortunately, I was able to brush it, and it's okay. I'll be able to wear them for another shift.
"For every dollar spent in The Hindu Kush, the poppy is grown, refined into product, and worth $2 by the time it gets to The Free Trade Zone. The Usos are our longshoremen. They unpack the Conex boxes. The product is now worth $3, by the time it gets to the distributor. Then $4 when it gets...
Far from stylish. Completely functional. Free. I like free.
When I spend my own money, I buy different boots. Are they work boots? It all depends on how you define work. I have a friend who is an electrician. But his job is changing light bulbs. Lighting upgrades. Removing the old...
"Turn that off. You're going to be an old man one day, and still following that band on tour."
The shoe store girl. The girl who gave me shoes, from the store that she works at. The niece of The High Priest.
"And you'll probably still be wearing that leather jacket, and those carpenter...
For some people, the employer supplies the work boot. So you get a pair every year, whether you want them or not. Most of these boots are far from the best. But they serve a specific purpose related to what you are doing. What I have learned is that these types of shoes are comfortable...
The Princess Rubali. Is everyone from The Hindu Kush beautiful? She had green eyes. She wore what I thought of as cultural clothing. She had about a half dozen girls following her. Her maidens. Her servants. Pushing carts with their luggage. Somehow, all of those girls and the baggage fit...
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