Asians Thread

I can eat this everyday for a whole month. :D:D Yummmm! :devil:



Ooops... :D
 
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With all the good food and people, can't live with out music..... :cool:

My pretty and handsome friends.. :cool:
 
hi gusty

too many pictures for me too look through at once haha
just stopped by to say helllllo

hope you've been staying healthy and happy :)

take care of yourself now hope to drop by soon as i can :heart: :kiss: :rose:


i love lit...:heart: :heart: :heart:
 
horny_boi said:
hi gusty

too many pictures for me too look through at once haha
just stopped by to say helllllo

hope you've been staying healthy and happy :)

take care of yourself now hope to drop by soon as i can :heart: :kiss: :rose:


i love lit...:heart: :heart: :heart:
Oh! Horny... :kiss: be well sweet little angle! :cathappy:

Anytime dear.... ;)
 
:D
my white rice is fucking catchable...
say gusty what asian race are you?
fellow AZN.
 
:rolleyes: I think the donkey was peekin at us.:eek::p Oh, what would the donkey thinking then ... :eek: ... I really can't not be possible imagin. :eek:
 
TANG GOD said:
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my white rice is fucking catchable...
say gusty what asian race are you?
fellow AZN.
At first I knew, ... now I 'm not sure .. :eek: ... Got to ask my Mom.

I'm Hans. > As Han Meng Cho ..hmmm .. You know? ...

And I really don't care that much anymore ... hmmm... why? :confused:
 
Sweet friendly girls. :cool: They are so proud of what there doing. :rose:

They said: 'Taitaii! Have some cold lemond Fuzz!' :D

Aww ... you know, I do really feel people care alot in here ..... Hmmmmm ....
 
Fortunatly, 'Culture' never SHOCKED me ... much ... but the next pic sort of made me thinkin' .... :rolleyes:
 
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I don't have any pictures to post, Gusty, but I wanted to share a description from a book I'm reading...so this is a word picture, I guess.

Tiziano Terzani in A Fortune-Teller Told Me:

(describing Ulan Bator)

In Ulan Bator the summer sunsets are slow and glorious. The mountains glow with beautiful pastel colors that change from green to blue to violet, like the colors of silk sashes that Mongolian men and women wear around their waists like belts. I watched it for the last time, absorbing the lofty purity of the sky and the yearning sweetness of the hills. The sun never seemed to disappear, casting longer and longer shadows over the crowd that stood with raised arms to wave at the train, and over the pickpocket who, at the last moment, tried to steal my little Minox.
 
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