Mlle B. Insecúre: What is there to do in Taiga?
Mr Google: Wha? Lets ask her.
Taiga: Well, there is lots to do. It's such a brisk wind outside.
Our Indonesian guest just went ice-swimming.
I was just inside a dark metro tunnel, sitting in a metro with no lights on.
So there's lots to do in Taiga, you see.
---- 12 and something hours later ---
I just thought to say this: apologies I haven't found any time on commenting or anything lately, but after a week I will show you why, I suppose.
Meanwhile I might answer some more questions of the googlers.
Googler One: Where can I find Taiga?
Taiga: Here. Obviously. Visit us again.
Googler Too: Good things humans have done for Taiga?
Taiga: If I would be a Miss Somethingverse contestant I would answer, but I am not.
Googler three across the sea: Is there salmon in Taiga?
Taiga: No, but there will be cheese in Taiga soon.
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3 comments:
Oh my god! You're pregnant again!
Scheisse, err, no, I did mean just an ordinary cheese, not anything else, like babies. No, I am not.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! I have to go and have a whisky-and-hot-water just after clicking on that link. You were joking, weren't you?
PS: for some reason your posts do not appear in my feed reader. Naughty feed reader!
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