Thank you, god of Nissin.
After the final wars, the lone wanderer roamed the great barren expanse, alone with his unique ability to adapt to the environment:
I can keep watching the money shot (from around 5:05) again and again and again.
During our trip to Cha-Am last month, it was so hot, there was nary a smile…
LINK: Swiss Sheep Farm
I’m not sure what the context is, but I like their expressions:
Taken about a month ago at a restaurant barge in Don Wai Floating Market (which is no longer a floating market, but rather a very hot and crowded indoor market crammed with people), on the banks of the Nakhon Chaisri River, Nakhon Pathom province.
UPDATE: Kevin provides dialogue.
Summarized well at the Irrawaddy: Thailand’s Insect Farms Creating a Buzz
I still prefer bacon to fried grasshoppers, but not by much.
Oh, my Gac! Or should I say, fuck cow?
The tree I planted a handful of gac vines under, in a pot, allowed just one enough shade to survive a full year. I’ve only spotted one fruit so far, but I’m looking forward to see if it will fully ripen.