Built to withstand winds of up to 134 mph, Taipei 101 is a Yao Ming among a city full of Spud Webbs
Up close and personal with the monstrosity
Stopped in and chugged a few quick gallons while waiting for my train to arrive
Pig blood cake anyone? Heard it’s great with a side of fat guy pubes…
The Colonel occupying foreign lands
Taiwanese hot spring. I showed up to the adjacent spa hopin’ to peep n creep on some naked females but they separate by sex and I didn’t much feel like spendin’ my afternoon with a bunch of naked, wrinkly old Asian dudes
Lover Bridge as seen from Tamsui Fisherman’s Wharf – Great place to get fresh seafood
Bunch of fresh catches on display in front of a restaurant at Tamsui Fisherman’s Wharf
Dat bitch got crabs – pickin’ out some dinner from a selection that may or may not have included the severed head of the alien in Predator
The previously referenced Predator head for sale
A woman in galoshes scooping out the fresh-ass lobster of my choice
Crushed. The food part of this dinner was exceptionally good, but the evening hadn’t gone as well as I’d hoped. See the next picture for details…
On the right is Wendy who I met earlier in the day at the Beitou hot springs and from the things she said and did, was in the mood for some adultery on her vacation from Australia. All was going my way until this dude – the Don Juan of Taiwan – came in stole her from me…
…Even though she was his at this point, I at least got a ride back to the train station from them. He was so drunk at the wheel that he backed into a dumpster as we pulled away from the restaurant and then was too busy manning her clam with one hand to lend the appropriate amount of attention to man the wheel with the other. Terribly unsettling highway experience.
Delicious free samples somewhere near Fisherman’s Wharf…at least I assumed they were free but couldn’t tell for sure because nothing was written in English. So, I just helped myself.
Although wildly inacurate, I was bringin’ some real heat at this mofo and the way that locals began crowding around to watch me throw can only be compared to the way a bunch of Americans might gather around an Asian kid who abosolutely kills it at DDR.
Sex even sells shitters in Taiwan
Road construction manpower in Taipei – way better than payin’ seven jag-offs to stand around drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes for fifty dollars an hour like in Chicago…unless I can get one of those lazy jag-off jobs. U know anyone that can hook me up?
NASCAR hillbillies would flip their shit if they saw any dis here Chinaman writing on their Busch products in ‘Merica
Givin’ respect where respect is due on the other side of the globe
Just another hilarious cigarette warning in the Far East. Looks like some shit straight from a horror flick
Sign on the DJ booth at the club, couldn’t tell what it was for – DJ SARS, the illest DJ in all the land?
