We're a support group for those with an adverse systemic reaction to herding. We are carefully distributed over a wide geographical area as to avoid all appearance of being "social." Some of us are reported to NOT HAVE CELLPHONES!
I sit and think of everything, then I wonder where I've been.
Not sure where I am now, but a few months ago, my wife and I drove up to the Okanagan Lake country in British Columbia. Check it out sometime. You can find out about it by typing "Okanagan Lake Country British Columbia" into that Google machine and hitting "enter." And like magic, hundreds of articles will appear before your very eyes!
Let me save you some time. Go straight to Marichel Winery near Naramata and order the Estate Syrah. It's $47.99 Canadian, but we get a 27% discount because of the exchange rate. I brought back four bottles. I paid no tariff because the border crossing guard was asleep or lazy or something.
Wait, am I supposed to be talking about where I am now instead of where I've been? Sorry!
If I were you, wine smuggler, I would definitely not tell anyone where I am now.
The border dude asked, do you have any alcohol? My wife said, "a few bottles of wine." To me, "a few bottles" means "sixteen bottles." And the border dude never corrected me! Plus, it was Trump's tariff, not Canada's, so I considered it "civil disobedience."
Post by Terra Incognita on Aug 1, 2019 23:55:49 GMT
I had retired to my bullshit-proof bunker in Albania, but the global wind currents carrying moronic radiation from across the Atlantic and the Channel managed to erode my 5-foot-thick reinforced concrete walls in just two years.