Monday, December 27, 2021

BIG IN GAPAN

PR406 to Sapporo's New Chitose Airport has been in flight since 2020. 

But the runaways were still littered with the corpses of kikimoras and strzygas so Geralt of Rivia finally had it diverted to Balibago's Surla Street where it cleared Rumpa Restaurant as PR2340 to Puerto Princesa. 

It was not just that on the 22nd.

In Pantabangan, the Djinn's absurd P300 toll fee denied Pugad Baboy access to the palatial fakeness of the Highland Bali Villas Resort and Spa and were instead portaled by Yennefer of Vengerberg to a public view of the mystical lake for a tariff of just P30.

They then went chasing after leshys and myriapods through the onion fields of Bongabon after breaking the fast with a salty gotong Batangas in Rizal that brought them to the Sunset Peak Nature Camp in Laur where The Witcher asked a tithe of P20 to conjure the vast plains of Nueva Ecija.  

The momiji turned black in Asuke as Hokkaido transformed into a desert where sakura blossoms matured into huge seedless papayas as soon as Pugad Baboy touched down on Delos Reyes Street to make it Big in Gapan after a huge traffic jam in Castellano.



After our delayed 24th and before the 25th, unlimited samgyeopsal and extra large SNR pizza were drawn out of an afternoon downpour in Cabanatuan while in Angeles, the Crown Princess of Cintra consulted with mages on the diffirentiation of a Porterhouse to a T-Bone, or if the expired cream cheese in Bakal 2 will transform Emong's pandesal into a fruitcake that will save the decade's second pandemized Christmas. 


On the 23rd, the Phantom Biker strained for a glimpse of the forbidden flesh before it metamorphosed into tiim na manok and crispy pata for the Christmas feast.

On the 24th, the MILF of Bakal 2 returned to slice kinilaw na tuna from her bare thighs for the noche buena. 

On the 25th, the Thursday Club scoured the bike trails and gathered enough for a kinilaw na tanigue and lechong paksiw to conclude the first of the Holidays. 


Monday, December 20, 2021

24 IN THE TIME OF COVID-19

A Castle for Christmas made of opal and erected near a blue lagoon in Scotland was presented to the power couple of Bakal 2 on the occassion of their tanzanite wedding with divorcee Sophie McGuinty Brown, widow Rose Gordon, mama-san Lo Yu-nung and SPO1 Alice Lagaac as primary sponsors for the 24th time.  

On that day, the Power of the Dog was alerted against the anthrax that emerged from Tiaotong's Club Paradiso, Det. Pan Wen-cheng and the Cowboy Bebop on stand by for a quick get away to Montana in case of an anticipated assault from the Red Dragon Syndicate that is as Vicious and Fearless as scheming Julia.

Apostle Thomas Richardson officiated the re-exchange of vows with passages from River Maya as Ffion treated Jeremy to a slow cowboy ride in Erisden, cousins Clara and Pablo caught by The Tapes in an incestuous dance to Light the Night in Baloc and expose Kuyang Jorge's tryst with the faceless ladies who called themselves Judy. 

Armed with ancient Arisaka rifles, PO2 Mariano and PI Lionel Essrog hosted the wedding feast in Baloc where leftover adobong kambing and nilagang baboy, fried hitodinakdakan and adobong bibe were served to those who breached the prohibition on mass gatherings because, the More the Merrier it is. 

The Phantom Biker went solo in the bike trails as always, like Motherless Brooklyn who, from the dark clouds of Super Typhoon Odette, conjured images of the Red Planet Hotel in Poblacion where the MILF from Bakal 2, she-who-must-not-be-named and the Noodle Queen were treated by Senpai Adela to the ultimate Cuddle Weather.

Monday, December 13, 2021

THE EPIPHANY OF ALICIA SIERRA

Alicia, Isabela is 100 kilometers north of Almaguer South and a further 8 kilometers is the former Northeast Luzon Academy where the eldest son of Pepito and Eufrocina spent his first tumultuous three years of high school feasting on lechon and fine champagne cognac as a Knight Commander of the Court of Honor.

Angadanan Viejo was renamed as Alicia in 1949 in memory of Dona Alicia Syquia Quirino who was murdered by Imperial Japanese forces during the Battle of Manila in 1945 whose remains were later exhumed by the Collectors of Seoul and tranported 11,510 kilometers to Madrid where she was resurrected by the deacons of the New Truth Society and the Arrowhead hoodlums as Inspector Alicia Sierra of the Policia Nacional who ruthlessly chased The Professor and his gang of capital cities in Parts 3-4. 

But she came back two years too early so Chairman Jeong Jin-soo had her Hellbound through therapy sessions with Dr. Jean Holloway who was featured in a tit show with a barista in Episode 7 where leftover kalderetang kambing and tiim na bibe from the Great Plebeian's 158th birthday were reheated and served with beer.

Thus was the transformation of Alicia Sierra as a renegade Gypsy in Part 5 who, with Dong-goo the grave robber and Hye-jin the lawyer, plotted a Money Heist of the Federal Reserve Bank of New York that included a loot of authentic Charcuterie Board, luxury cognac, mature anejo tequila and Australian moscato wine from Friday the 10th.   

  
The MILF of Bakal 2 was a no-show but the scent of she-who-must-not-be-named lingered for three days to Hush the lesbian, the swinger, the sex doll, the working wife, the scammer, the jealous wife and the voyeur as the Phantom Biker prowled the trails to reminisce the greatest moments of his first pussy ever: a daring Vasily-Tanya fuck in Mayumo, an unforgettable doggie in Mapisong, stolen moments of lust in Pulong Bibit, the moans of pleasure in Culiat, a plea for cum in Quezon City, and the magical fingers of Binondo that were as salacious as the episodes of the maid and the enchanted while somewhere, the brushing of fingers with a petite mami vendor aroused an appetite for iced beer and slices of tinned pork shoulder ham on an Amaranthine Saturday afternoon...


Monday, December 06, 2021

A CONSPIRACY THEORY

The virus previously known as the Green River Killer of Washington and Happy Face Killer of Oregon was first detected as a serial killer in Florida before mutating into a narco-saint and a narco-terrorist that sent The Gentlemen of Cali to ICU.  

Kingston is ground zero of the current pandemic that broke out when the vaginal transudate that Dudus pumped from the Crack Queen of LA melded with the cum she sucked from Europe's Hash King during a royal threesome in Tivoli Gardens.

In Munoz, Frank Lucas and The Country Boys were inoculated by capped men for a fee of kinilaw na malasugue and fried chicken while in Baloc, real men wearing aprons administered antigen tests for The Petinggil Clan in exchange for a Charcuterie Board.  


Under the New Normal, Friday became Thursday's bland Spanish version of the tokwa't baboy from Carla Samuel to make way for Tuesday and two bottles of Jameson whiskey from Galway with a tray of lumpiang shanghai from the Drug Lords of Cabanatuan.

But Whatcha Wearin' in the time of the pandemic? 

Not face shields although Jack Taylor is always seen in a great coat that failed to cover So-yeon's bare tits as the Phantom Biker prayed to the The Magdalene Sisters that Garda Kate Noonan should show a nipple slip at least or a glimpse of an ass crack.  

Monday, November 29, 2021

sCALPed

As the pandemic surged to the The End of the F***ing World, Akira teleported to Yorkshire to assist Scotland Yard in Catching Killers including The Fable and The Killer Whos Does Not Kill.   

There, he became Akio who groped Alyssa's tits in the beach while in Osaka, a double blowjob from Yoko Sato and Bonnie made James come in 6 seconds flat.   

And Oh, Ramona! Laura McAllan is the MILF in Bakal 2 who would soon fuck her cousin-in-law from Brasov as she-who-must-not-be-named transformed from Anemona into Mudbound Carla.  

In the ensuing Cook Off, Anesu offered sadza for the Men in Apron of Baloc to compliment a Harare-inspired menu of  T+F's pizza, salami, samgyeopsal, daing na bangus and reheated siomai.  

Thus is explained why salt rained in Pandacan to season Aguy's recipe of Pan de Salawal which sustained the Phantom Biker in 6 mornings of errands and adventure in the bike trails of Marietta.  

Monday, November 22, 2021

DAYS 603 TO 609

It took 1,001 nights to conceive The Beast of Bastille in the streets of Marseille whose memoir was narrated by Sheherazade in 1,000 stories that included seven episodes of The Women and the Murderer from the parking lots and apartments of Paris until Guy Georges was served the Red Notice in Monmartre by The Bishops and Madame le Prefet to abort a heist in The Louvre where Cleopatra bequeathed three bejewelled eggs from Massimo Bossetti of Brembati de Sopra as atonement for the death of Yara Gambirasio and to commemorate the resurrection of the Order of the Amaranth in Baloc.  


Maison Centrale Ensisheim is The Cabin in the Woods in Midtown Manhattan that is protected by the Guardians of the Wind from The Kitchen mafia and their 81 snakes whose mission is to expose Guy, Massimo and Kim Je-seok as one and the same Svaha with The Sixth Finger, a known connoisseur of The Whore's tits, The Virgin in her unforgettable panty scene, sluts like Claire Walsh, the scent of a freshly bathed MILF from Bakal 2, and sinful dinakdakan and crispy pata on Tuesday nights.  

As COP 26 concluded in Glasgow, The Phantom Biker wondered how haggis with curry sauce and stone crab claws from Miami tasted as he roamed the trails of Nueva Ecija and snacked on sandwiches with The Fabulous Filipino Brothers of Pittsburg after Insan Paner's interment, the frustration with Philam's Vitality app blunted with Friday's bland tokwa't baboy, the sweetness of Saturday's kalamay, and the surprising umami of tilapiang pinangat sa gata and niluyaang adobong manok...   


Monday, November 15, 2021

FUNERALS

They all returned to dust in November --- Ramon Arellano Felix was killed in a gunfight and inurned in Tijuana, El Senor de Los Cielos was interred at the Jardines del Humaya in Culiacan after a botched plastic surgery, Popeye died from a ricochet and returned to Logan Heights, Jakiri succumbed to Covid-19 and was entombed at St. Margareth Memorial Park, The Outcast was felled by aneurysm and buried at the Franciscan Memorial Garden, the Narcos series concluding in La Voz as reported by Andrea Nunez for Season 3. 

In Small Heath, the ghost of the Sicilian Mafia from New York City roused the Irish, the Scots, the Chinese, the Jews and the gypsies who fell from the murderous rampage of The Honorable Thomas Shelby to curse the Peaky Blinders with the betrayal of Michael Gray and the Wall Street Crash, the haunting of Grace permeating Seasons 4-5 to plague Dr. Audrey Lim with PTSD from too much sex, Irish whiskey,  Sweet Aftons and 5 sleepless nights in Bakal 2.   

Lea and Shaun holed up at the Coronel Memorial Chapel for their daughter's wake and were feted by the Munoz Bodies with a Grey Goose Vodka and baby back ribs, by the Amaranths with Alfonso Brandy and crispy pata, by the Blue Lodge with cold beer and dinakdakan; Season 4 ending with a panty garter tug from The Good Doctor while the MILF from Bakal 2 wrapped up Episodes 11-20 with imagined hard nipples protruding through a black satin tank top.     

Through it all, The Phantom Biker rode across the bike trails of Nueva Ecija fueled by a strength potion Found in parts by Lily at the Cathedral of Our Lady of Perpetual Help in Oklahoma City, by Chloe at Temple Beth Israel in Phoenix, and by Sadie at the Cornerstone Church in Nashville that was enough to power him, Bulan and Balong for a Sunday walk through the orphanages of Guangdong.


Monday, November 08, 2021

THE WEEK BEFORE THE LAB TESTS

Nobody Sleeps in the Woods Tonight II specially if there are lumpy Polish monsters roaming in the woods because the sequel sucks like Thursday nights being upended by CALP 12.

I do Always like happy endings and rooted for the once blind telemarketer and limping ex-boxer while hoping that Balong's four university applications will end up well. 

Elsewhere, the pandemic finally caught up with the San Jose St. Bonaventure Hospital in Season 4 and I pray to the The Good Doctor that the phlegm is just from an allergy. 

In locked down Baguio, A Girl and a Guy fucked everyone else except each other and an MILF in Bakal 2 who announced Alert Level 2 clad in an almost bra and panty, and a towel wrap.

The pestilence also cancelled November 6 and downgraded Friday to leftover brandy and whiskey and a reheated tokwa't baboy, unlubricated like a Dry Martina in Chile.  

On All Saints Day, the last of the Army of Thieves presented themselves and by Saturday, two bottles of Johnny Walker Black reduced them to three --- Rheingold, Valkyrie and Siegfried, all of Cabanatuan City.

But only horses are used in Birmingham so The Phantom Biker taught the Peaky Blinders to ride a bike from The Garrison to London's Eden Club to the Arrow House in Warwickshire. 


Then death came masked like a red-faced thief on Sunday afternoon that took away the birthday chicken and pledges of pork spare ribs, dinakdakan and adobong bibe...  

Monday, November 01, 2021

THE 4th SWAB

In her House of Secrets with many rooms, Wako is the Queen of Blowjobs to whom Yumeaki owed a daring fellatio in the confines of a private karaoke room, his Love and Fortune were such that he got sucked again at a Tokyo hotel room in lieu of an unexpected menstruation before Wako opened her cougar legs to receive his pubescent desire on top of a table in an ancient cinema's projector room where imprints of an intense missionary, a shy cowgirl and an erotic doggie from her roomless apartment were beamed into a faded silver screen.   

It was however the thumbing of Jennifer that instigated Lalit in performing the Ritual of the Banyan Tree to liberate Thibault from the Friendzone of Rue Poulbot by offering 11 servings of menudo in Bakal 2, 11 pieces of chicken adobo in Matingkis, 11 rambutan fruits at the Looban, and 11 strands of pansit bihon in Bantug in remembrance of The Burari Deaths in Delhi. 

We are Stuck Together in Bakal 2 as Benny the Chauffeur and Blaire the Vampire sunk their Night Teeth into each other at 8 Rue de l'Humanité while in Boyles Height, Marianne & Leonard's Words of Love ushered the arrival of the last renewed passport, the first two national IDs, and the final Pfizer jab from Hydranegative antigen tests finally enabling the Men in Aprons to convene in Baloc.

On an early Saturday morning, a young cyclist lie dead or dying in the middle of a busy highway, a casualty of The Forgotten Battle between bicycles and motorized vehicles, the former triumphant only in Zeeland through the offensive of The Liberator who instigated the Battle of Walcheren Causeway to divert the Nazis from the campaign of Teuntje Visser and The Phantom Biker to retake Anzio, Aschaffenburg, Dachau and the trails of Nueva Ecija.

Monday, October 25, 2021

WHITE HOLE

My Name is Alex.

I am an undercover Maid sent to inflitrate the Inchang Metropolitan Police Agency.

I collect drunks like Sean from Bakal 2 and bury them in Fisher Island.  

 Her name is Ji-woo.

She's a stand up comedian from Hoi An who entertained the Tuesday Group in Maligaya.

She moves like a Chuchok Shrine coyote dancer and a Cambodian shadow puppet.  

The Phantom Biker is Jack Whitehall who Travels with My Father and this will be more than two lines. 

They stole a Hungarian beer bike in Bavaria, emptied Miletii Mici's wine cellar, missed the Humorina and ended up at the Merry Cemetery with a male belly dancer from Istanbul. 

Their MILF smelled of the Safeguard soap that Magic Mike strippers left in a Compton shower room after a Party Hard Wrestling match for the Thursday (+Friday) Group. 

Her name is "L", the initial of libog.

Lustful like a Sidney drag queen who was exiled to Uluru for interpreting the Morris dance like the sheeps of Portmeirion in extreme heat.  

Lecherous like the ghost of Chartwell who haunted the guests of Agatha Christie's island with a shag at The Hogwarts Express to Edinburg.

The Phantom Biker went cliff camping and cold water swimming on Sunday as deaths and birthdays were remembered with chilled beer and the image of "L" dressed in a flimsy night clothe...     

Monday, October 18, 2021

SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE LOST ATM CARD

The day after a communicating hydrocele was finally blocked, Det. Joe Baylor and KD6-3.7 of the LAPD were called to Tobias corner D. Delos Santos Streets to unravel the mystery of a vanished ATM card after the withdrawal of a surgeon's ransom on the morning of Pope Callixtus I's feast day.    

Upstart Young Wallander of Malmo's Polismyndigheten initally fingered the MILFs of Cote d'Azur as The Guilty party, an accussation furiously denied by the three ageing fuckables who challenged the detectives to instead arrest Blade Runner 2049 for committing the equivalent of a holdup by charging an atrocious professional fee of P77,940 for what was supposed to be a simple OPD procedure. 

This Untold Scandal of DOH000000000003960 is the secret discreetly shared by nurses Lady Jeong and Lady J, a heist so brazen it shamed Sang-woo's resume and eclipsed the toilet tryst of Min-nyeo and Deok-su, unregulated and illegal like the Squid Game played by Madame de La Pommeraye and Makani in the cornfields of Nebraska. 

There are thieves and There's Someone Inside Your House but in this case, it was the single mom who assisted Dr. Robert Langdon in deciphering The Da Vinci Code that led to the Angels and Demons of a raging Inferno where the vanished ATM card was consumed by the elements, Tuesday's dinakdakan and sisig replayed by a memory palace of controlled lust that came with Thursday's tokwa't baboy and fried tilapia, Friday's fried Spam strips, and a Sunday feast of dinakdakan, fried salmon skin and chicken tail, chicharong bulaklak, nachos, french fries and fully loaded lomi to celebrate the resumption of labors in King Solomon's temple.  

Enter Sherlock Holmes who deduced that the killer cab driver sold the vanished ATM card to Chinese smugglers to finance bomb pranks and the services of a dominatrix who was murdered by a freak hound dog in a ritual suicide, dead but resurrected by the wedding speech of the Napoleon of blackmail for the zombie bride who kept the secrets of AGRA, the cereal killer and Eurus in 221B Baker Street where the Phantom Biker always stop for a cuppa after marauding the bike trails of San Jose and Munoz.  

Monday, October 11, 2021

CIRCLES

The circle came and grew after the pandemic broke before shrinking into Smaller and Smaller Circles as national ID applications and passport renewals were accomplished through the intercession of Fr. Augusto Saenz of Payatas. 

These are almost miracles in the time of COVID-19, like the vaccines that finally came before and after the second wave which obliterated Crockket Island as the vampire priest was celebrating an Easter  Midnight Mass.  

I was Takahasi who was 14 That Night when Megumi passed through, her big tits wrapped in a white towel to ward off contamination from the sisigpritong tilapiachicharong baboydinakdakan and ginisang tokwa't baboy.  


But No One Gets Out Alive from the shower rooms of Cleveland, not even Ambar who have to tiptoe while holding a striped towel over her ample breasts, her freshly washed pussy ready to gobble the sinuglaw atop Itzpapalotl's head. 

Then Along Came a Spider and bit Bulan so a Man Hunt was ordered by Dr. Alex Cross and Det. Satoshi Yamura from Osaka to Washington DC for an antidote from the laboratories of Tenjin Pharmaceuticals.

The circle grew a bit and through it all, the Phantom Biker took on The Road to Red Restaurants List with Tomio Suda despite a malfunctioning Philam Vitality app to honor endangered menus and recipes on the verge of extinction.

In Zetsumeshi Road, the Bakal 2 Bikers chased meat udon, mixed plate, pork saute, daily special, soy sauce ramen, seafood bowl, stewed hamburger steak, ordinary lunch, omurice, yakisoba, pork style rice, and grated yam with rice but ended up with none. 

Monday, October 04, 2021

BAGUIO BLUES

Travelling to Baguio in the time of COVID-19 is as complicated as the Sex Education of Otis.

It did not happen with Maeve but Baguio did after a sleepless night thinking about the implications of an enlarged scrotum and how QR Codes, RT-PCR tests and unrequited love can turn Carson into a drunk at "Mang Ed's House of Bakareta" because the tinuno was served without the dinardaraan, Dino protesting the blandness of the bakareta, dinakdakan and pinapaitan by walking through Kisad with only his guitar and sablay, the triage insisting for us to repeat breakfast at Starbucks before having our passports renewed using the same photograph, "I'm Drunk, I Love You" stamped on where the seal of the Republic of the Philippines should be. 

I did got happily drunk because communicating hydrocele turned out to be an OPD case.

Bulan will get his second dose but the popcorn in Maligaya got stale from the sweat of an MILF from Bakal 2 who was near enough for me to discern hints of fried bangus wafting from her arm pits, The Chestnut Man nodding his agreement while being roasted by Detectives Thulin and Hessin in Copenhagen as The Stronghold in Marseille fell from the betrayal of Jerome while the Ganglands in Antwerp offer an atang of tiim na bibe, adobong itik, lumpiang shanghai, and colored puto to Sofia, the patron saint of double crossers. 

The Phantom Biker kept trying but Philam Vitality failed to rise to the occassion.

The farts kept coming too, in Hue with the distinct aroma of Bun Bo Hue accompanied by hints of Noma's weird menu and bits of Astrakhan caviar from Moscow, flatuelent courses but not enough to overpower the grilled pork ribs, baked tahong and chicharong bulaklak of Sts. Cosmas and Damian nor the Pansit Cabagan, nachos, fried chicken and pritong pisngi ng baboy of Sts. Ewald the Black and Ewald the Fair as Sonny Colbrelli broke through the barricades of Kennon Road to claim Paris-Roubaix


Monday, September 27, 2021

FARTS UNKNOWN

I once had a time machine with a Brand New Cherry Flavor.

Through it, I was transported to Lyon for a lunch of pot-au-feu with Paul Bocuse because I farted too much in Paris, just like when I was yanked out off Tianjin to Shanghai to refresh my bowels with cumin crusted pork ribs.

Through it, I was smuggled from Cancun to Mexico City to break my fart on migas with some narcos, then later from Durban to Johannesburg where fire roasted sheep's head was served for the Indaba which kept me farting instead.

Pisco sour got me stuck in Lima because it went well with the octopus and flounder ceviche for a sweet fart, unlike the brined pork knuckle in Berlin, my refuge from Bonn, the small city/big town where I unloaded tons of funky farts in the intersessionals.  

Through it, I was fetched from Marrakech to Tangiers where Lisa Nova feasted on a tray of psychedelic majoun and was so stoned her pussy moved to her stomach to regurgitate Arab maqluba and Zanzibari pizza instead of kittens.

I once enrolled in a course on Sex Education at Moordale Secondary School.

Through the time machine, Otis Milburn brought me to Tokyo from Nagoya where he expounded on the basics of sexuality while dining on kusaya with a dominatrix couple

Through the time machine, Maeve Wiley swooped in Hyderabad to indoctrinate me in Punjab on the anatomy of the female sex organ using a local tandoori chicken as model. 

But it was the explosion of Mt. Agung that spewed freshly roasted babi guling from Bali to induce nights of gastronomic orgasm in Jakarta's Kemang enclave.   

By then, the time machine smelled of fart with complex layers of Kogi short rib taco from Los Angeles and Singaporean char kway teow, the pungent hints of Chiang Mai's grilled pork intestines betraying the sturdy influence of the mohinga from Yangon.

I was Anthony Bourdain's invisible Bodyguard.

That was until the horny and The Right Honorable Julia Montague exiled PS David Budd to Mapak-ol to join the remnants of D' HANKS and the Thursday Group of Bakal 2 in celebrating the reaping of the main cop with a loud fart and an offering of sinuglaw, adobong bibe and boiled peanuts to the rice goddess who on Wednesday and Thursday revealed herself to the Phantom Biker in white and orange colors.

Life is a bike trail, and the bike trail is my portal to a quick fix of Morcilla de Granada, a Napolitano margherita pizza, a Sicilian spaghetti al nero di seppia, a Roman prosciutto with artichoke heart, or a traditional fish and chips from Marco Pierre White in London.  

But the bike trail is also one big fart that may look as appetizing as the cuchifritos and chuletas fritas in New York City or Nashville's meat-and-three and the fancy sounding Choucroute garnie à l’Alsacienne of Quebec, or just a plain big red fish in Bahia and a weekend asado outside Asuncion, all of which produced a nasty flatulence, like Towie's death by Covid and Bulan's enlarged scrotum.

Monday, September 20, 2021

HAI[na]KU 52-56

Sylvia and Sylvie
birthday chat Into the Night
home, coming, In Time

Kate in Money Heist
revenge was Kijima's war,
Sierra's betrayal

Noah sodomized
Eva chasing Tubal-cain
the hunter is Prey

Xiaoqi and Kaixiang
sprinting in Luxembourg,
Beijing to Moscow


Tuesday's chitchirya
black and white prints on her skin
warm catfish stew

Monday, September 13, 2021

THE COMING OF JOLINA AND KIKO

Ka-hee, the most desirable kisaeng in the Empire of Lust, invented the naengmyeon when she poured cold kimchi water over leftover buckwheat noodles --- 

...the General tearing at her blue button down dress as she prepared a garnish of tiim na bibe and inihaw na tilapia --- 

...her panty garter reaching up to a floral orange sleeveless tops that for a moment shielded the mound of lust from raunchiness ---

...lasagna sauce doused on pink nipples and lapped by Tang Long from the 72 Demons of Yunnan --- 

...Yu's hometown where fish intestines were used as condoms by the Dragon of Pyongyang who brewed Red Horse extra strong beer from potato starch ---


...three cold bottles in Norfolk Sparking Joy with Marie Kondo to steal Yesterday from the Beatles for Jack Malik ---

...Cristina befuddled in Vera Cruz, Ellie inebriated in La Boca, Sophie intoxicated in occupied Berlin as The Defeated celebrate The Old Ways with a Korean Cold Noodle Rhapsody ---

...the Engelmacher opting for spatzle before unleashing the Rise of the Black Swan in Muur van Geraardsbergen ---    

...Tom, Max and The Phantom Biker breaking away for the blue jersey in Aberdeen as the peloton traverse the EuroTunnel only to be caught by Jolina and Kiko in Bakal 2.  

Monday, September 06, 2021

THE BOATMAN'S TALE

The week's adventure kicked off in the The Mekong River with Sue Perkins, at Cai Rang in the Mekong Delta where the Noodle Queen prepared a breakfast of bun cha before a 377-kilometer upstream trek to Cambodia through basket boats that transformed into dragon boats in Tonle Sap and a dinner of pizza, lasagna and nachos from Maligaya before continuing to Si Phan Don where a slow boat pulled through the steep canyons of Yunnan to the Negyama Monastery and friends from London with a welcome feast of dinakdakan, adobong bibe and kalderetang kambing.  

Coronaphobia was temporarily deflected by the comfort of light brandy and cold beer as the Hogwarts boats teleported to the North Frisian Islands of the North Sea, to Black Island where Jonas was seduced by his aunt with a blowjob, a doggie and a cougar-on-top, to A Faraway Land in the Faroe Islands where Mahjoy undressed to cure Nico's Covid symptoms with an illicit one night stand, to The House of Phoenix in Singapore where the Last Madame and Inspector Mak entertained patrons with ginataang alimango and fried tilapia from BPRE while narrating the love story of Chi Ling and Harry.

From there, a felucca arrived from Morocco where Love in Times of War is the trend to exradite Pilar, Julia and Magdalena for their accountabilities in the complicated love affairs of Melilla where The Phantom Biker was boarded in a jabega for Malaga as an MILF with boobs to die for passed by while a dinner of kilawing tuna and tokwa't baboy was being served in Bakal 2, the crossing just in time to catch the fast men in Santa Cruz de Bezana and Monforte de Lemos, the climbers in Lagos de Covadonga and Altu d'el Gamoniteiru, the punchers in Mos to reclaim the long Sunday morning walks in Munoz and join those who raced against the clock in Santiago de Compostela.