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One fine day Adamalski basks in the glory of the earth outside a favoured coffee house, the Café Plazza.
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| What interesting and intellectually-stimulating things could happen at the cafe today? Perhaps I will have a chance to use my Kung Fu skills to impress ladies. | |
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Suddenly the sound of wanker fills the air...
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| Well Adamalski, how's it hanging? I'm hung like a donkey by the way. Did I mention I was born in American and I work out all the time? AND...I need a cigarette... | |
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The natural order of wankerisms.
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| Did you know that when Chaucer died his greatest work, the Canterbury Tales, was unfinished; had he completed it it would have been by far the longest poem in the English language. | |
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| I once had a fight with like, 3 guys who were ninjas. And their biceps were like beer barrells...beer barrels who worked out. Like me. | |
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