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The Mexican's Lifestyle

The Mexican's Lifestyle: "The weather on this side of the False Bay had been bad for a week, wind and some rain, so on Sunday it was great to find hot sunny weather in Franschhoek. The Rebel and I arrived at iS Art mid morning. Why? There was an opening of their Sculpture Garden."

Think Pink « One Man's Opinion Blog

Think Pink « One Man's Opinion Blog: "This Mexican has been known to do the following, regularly, for a few of the ladies he has had the privilege of living with over the years. Some of them are on my friends list, but all eventually left living with me and married one of the good guys."

The Mexican's Lifestyle

The Mexican's Lifestyle: "Now here was a shock…. It was full of half dressed little Black men! Normally in any army I’m one of the smallest guys, here were an entire Brigade all smaller and skinnier than me. Not only that, what clothes they had on were rags, if they had any footwear it was decrepit, falling apart takkies or slops."

11. The grossest insect related thing I saw…….. « The Mexican's Lifestyle

11. The grossest insect related thing I saw…….. « The Mexican's Lifestyle: "The grossest insect related thing I saw, thank God it didn’t happen to me, involved little white worms. There we were, minding our own business on the shooting range, some of the guys were complaining about these painful pimples they had developed."

The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief I - Angola � One Man's Opinion Blog

Bilbo Baggins said something along the lines that one ought to be very careful when one steps out of ones door, as one never knows where one may end up. I stepped out of the proverbial door with the intention of getting horribly drunk at the local pub, which was conveniently with in walking distance. This I was doing when someone I had a nodding acquaintance with 10 years back in the army, walked into the pub. We were both not working, me by choice because I had just sold my house and inherited a nice sum of money. Trevor because he could not find work at that time.

Anyway, Trevor had heard that somewhere in Pretoria, a company was looking for men with operational experience, to train troops in some African country and they were paying very well, in Dollars! He had a contact name, Sgt. Pelsur, a company name, Executive Something, and a bloody telephone number that he was too scared to act on. Well, I’m not known to be a person that sits on my hands, so after a good few drinks off we went to my girlfriend’s house to make the call. All went well and an appointment was set up for the following day. This, by the way, was Monday. Lent Trevor some money for petrol and some booze, an we both tried to find our old army records.

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