So this old lady was said to be the prettiest gal in her younger years in the neighborhood, thus married to the chieftain in Shangri-La and all his brothers too, in a matriarchal local society.
Long Live the Patriarch. Let’s pray ten thousands years for it.
just kidding
Actually the assorted hot pot was pretty weird. Lots of Yak beef that my stomaches couldn’t handle. It was more like “Yuk” for me 😛
but I’m envious of Lydia, she went back from Cornell looking soooooo tanned!!!!!
so I will hide in shadow for a fake complexion:
She’s not very tanned after all tho. I think we can still be friends.
My babe gave me her oxygen when mine slipped out of my giant coat’s pocket!!!
This has almost nothing to do with food but I don’t care. I miss Lydia the silicon valley girl TAT…
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