Peanuts, Peanuts, Peanuts.
I love peanuts. Plain, salted, sugared. Just give me peanuts. Peanut cakes, peanut balls, peanut crunch, peanut whatever. Maybe it is the crunching that I favour. No, it's both the taste and the crunch.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Globalization
We all love our own space but, the world is no longer our palace that we can hide in. Ownership now seems to be a thing of the past. Your spot is my spot. Whether we want to or not we have to accept the facts of live. Yes, it is a borderless world. Cultures are being shared or forced upon us. We'd better learn them to live with them. Today's inhabitants better have contingency plans or else "crapo smoke they pipe".
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