Mags was the man. She was the queen beeotch who could undercut the bottom line and still make a profit. She was mid-something, slim and tall, her clothes of the sheerest huggingest synthetic … stuff. Hipster beige pants and khaki blouse. She stood with one hand cocked on her hip and the other pressing in
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Bob Marley fans might recognize the word duppy from the great Wailers’ song Duppy Conqueror, although the lyrics reveal little of the meaning behind the term. Multiple sources online claim its etymology to be West African, but none give any details (I’ve since found out locally that the word comes from Bube, a language spoken
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Caption competition time.
(Haven’t got time for my own text. Soon come.)
A long infomercial in yesterday’s Gleaner newspaper began with the following photo and headline:
The best part was the following text:
All members of the response team are well trained in firearm handling, tactical shooting, and covert action and customer relations.
Imaginary dialogue: BLAM!! BLAM!!!
Tanks fe de glass a ice wata, mam.
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Apologies for the quality of the photos, but given the circumstances they were the best I could do. Next photos will be back to my usual high standards ;-D
This part of the hotel had just been renovated. The force and volume of the rain was such that water seeped through the window frames
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