Nang

The snowfall renewed its vigour this morning of the 3rd of February of 2025, here on Lulu Island. I trudged in the white snow with my dark blue boots, as if I were on a strange alien world. In the morning, at Tim Hortons café, I was drinking an Earl Grey tea with oat milk. (Earl Grey was Captain Picard's favourite.) I was eating an herb and garlic pastry. On my return to that café in the afternoon, I was drinking a peppermint tea with oat milk. I was eating a croissant. Rikku the Indian was my vendor. I was conversing with Gary the Cantonese. He was wearing a black jacket, green camouflage Vietnamese military pants, and brown boots. He was thinking of his return to Vietnam for vacationing: Ho Chi Minh City, Da Nang, and so on. He was thinking of his Vietnamese girlfriend there. He also was looking for another roommate for his hardwood-floor, marble-counter abode, here on Lulu Island. His roommates take care of his place, whilst being away for months at a time.

I reckon the thing that brings on a trip the quickest is definitly^([sic]) a nang (nitrous oxide bulb) while listening to REALLY intense music

"helicopters" these days refers to those silly hats with propellers on top, which come with a free ounce of smack at any local K-mart.^([sic]) Y'know, next to the nangs (or bulbs - nitrous oxide for whipped cream).

That was well nang!

The wings were seriously a peng ting. The chips were nang. Burger was sick – the assembly was on point. The fillet was a serious ting – the thickness was there. Bossman did well.

Nang county is the name given to the present administrative division of E Dakpo, the principal gateway to the sacred mountain of Tsari, and the region through which the Brahmaputra River cuts its way through an unnavigable 33 km horse-shoe gorge as it flows towards Longpo and Kongpo.