The Perfect Body: Facts, Myths, and a Can of Tuna

Saturday, September 22, 2007

i really don't care about how it "cured" people or whatever.... but after i read this, i asked myself this...people lived on this for years... we have a shitload of people drinking camel milk around here... how did it suddenly become "dangerous"... were people too stupid to realize that raw milk caused disease... or was there no disease at all?

you know me... i look conspiracy theories... about the food industry and pharmaceutical companies... so i like this guy's way of thinking :)... very long, but worth the read.

The Crime Against Raw Milk

by Alton Eliason

Never in the annals of health and nutrition has there been a food so maligned, lied about and conspired against as raw milk. Once revered the world over as the most perfect of all foods, its demise was planned in well organized steps to create today's store-shelf milk, a virtually lifeless product whose only comparison to the original is its color. Although each new processing procedure has been espoused as an improvement in the nutritional quality and the safety of milk, these steps actually led to the destruction of these properties on the alter of corporate greed. In its present store-shelf form, milk is not only empty of most of its nutritional value, but can actually cause many health problems.

As a youth just out of high school in 1934, my employment with a local dairy gave me a "ringside seat," so to speak, to observe the birth of these nefarious moves. It is necessary to relate the history of Knudsen's dairy to properly describe the diametrical opposites in the nutritional values demanded then and those found in store milk today. Only raw milk today provides those same qualities.

John Knudsen, a neighbor, operated a small dairy farm of Guernsey cows with the help of Peter, one of this three sons. Peter delivered the raw milk directly to a large local dairy and requested they send someone out to discuss this with him. When he was offered two cents a quart for his milk he rose in ire and said, "You'll regret the day you ever said two cents a quart to me!"
At this time, Peter's twin, Christian, manager of a dress factory on the West Coast and Daniel, a mason in nearby Hartford, lost their jobs as a result of the 1929 stock market crash and returned home. John proposed his sons go into the dairy business using the farm as the nucleus, which they did. Their competitors predicted their demise within a year. Their success vividly demonstrates the importance of a cream-rich product in those days and the part creamline played in the milk industry. So important was the butterfat content that some dairies named themselves "Creamline Dairy." Naturally, Guernseys and Jerseys, whose milk contains the greatest butterfat content, were the most popular breed of cows. To accentuate the cream content further, Knudsen's, among others, had orange lettering on the glass bottles to give the cream an even richer color. To further demonstrate how important the cream was, some dairies even had bottles with a narrowing of the neck a few inches down from the top and provided a special spoon that could be placed inside the bottle at the constriction allowing one to pour off the cream to use for coffee and the multitude of other uses of cream in those days. Some even saved it until they had a sufficient quantity to make their own butter.

To further magnify the importance of the cream content of milk, I will describe the sales method utilized by Knudsen's that boosted their sales and allowed them to add six trucks to their fleet in one year. Virtually all milk was delivered directly to homes during the early morning hours in those days and left on the back porch or sometimes left in an insulated box on the porch to keep it cold until retrieved by the customer. Remember, this occurred in the days before refrigeration. The milk cases were heavily iced to keep the milk cold during warm weather. The few stores having ice boxes or the new refrigerated units usually carried just a few quarts of milk and small bottles of cream for local residents. It was our sales practice to arrange our route so as to follow our competitor and leave a quart sample of our milk next to his. On returning later in the morning we would introduce ourselves and ask the lady of the house if she had received our sample and would she bring out her regular supplier's bottle so we could demonstrate the greater cream content of our product. Since most farmers kept some Holsteins mixed with their Guernseys and Jerseys, to take advantage of the Holstein cow's greater production, few could match the cream content of the strictly Guernsey and Jersey herds. With Knudsen's greater creamline, it was seldom we left without a new customer.

It was at this time that I witnessed the first step toward the eventual demise of milk as we had known it. While pasteurized milk was rapidly replacing raw there were still a considerable number of people demanding raw milk. It was the practice in those days for the more affluent to own or rent cottages at the shore for the summer in Connecticut. With the children home from school and mother not needing to get up early to get the children off, many took this opportunity to sleep late into the day. Few women worked outside the home in those days. This created a problem for the dairies, what with the milk standing out in the hot summer sun. While the raw milk rarely went sour, the heat did cause the cream to rise thickly to the top of the bottle and some assumed the milk was sour and called to complain. While turning the bottle upside down a few times would solve the problem, it was usually thought better to replace the bottle rather than risk losing a customer.

One summer morning, my boss, Chris, asked me to accompany him on such a journey to keep him company. On the trip he remarked that we weren't going to be doing this much longer. I asked him what he meant. He responded, "We're going to get raw milk outlawed."
"How are you going to do that?" I asked.
"Oh we've got some doctors that are going to testify that raw milk causes diseases," he responded.
"But that isn't true," I pointed out.
"We don't give a damn whether it's true or not, just so long as we can get these lazy women off our neck," he said.
Now, this wasn't the first assault leading to the demise of milk. Pasteurization had been going on for several years and was making headway, but was vigilantly being fought against, even by farmers, until they were won over with the assertion that with pasteurization they didn't have to be so particular about keeping their barns clean, that pasteurization would take care of whatever germs might enter the milk. Most people believe pasteurization was developed to prolong the freshness of milk and protect the consumer from possible disease-carrying bacteria. The truth is, Louis Pasteur developed pasteurization to overcome the fermenting problem that was being experienced by French wine-makers. In fact, it is reported that Pasteur sadly lamented, "What are they doing to my wonderful food?" when informed that pasteurization was being used for milk.

Pasteurization originally consisted of heating milk to 140 degrees for 30 seconds. Since this proved insufficient to maintain the shelf life or should I say, shelf-lifelessness of milk, it was next raised to 167 degrees for 15 seconds. Even this proved insufficient to satisfy the corporate dairies, so now they heat it to 281 degrees for 2 seconds and call it ultra-pasteurization, as though they had achieved the ultimate protection for the consumer. Every second counts when your object is making money, not giving a damn about the consumer. Now milk is so lifeless it can stand for months with no fear that it will go rancid. Pasteurized milk cannot sour—or for use of a more gentle term—clabber. Pasteurized milk turns rancid with age to a foul, sickening odor, all the good bacteria having been destroyed. Clabbered milk is comparable to yogurt in flavor and was my father's favorite desert for all his life. Every evening meal was followed with a little cinnamon and brown sugar on a bowl of clabbered milk and Swedish hardtack covered with homemade butter.

Some amusing things took place in those early days that I will repeat, just to keep the history straight. There was both Grade "A" and Grade "B" milk in those days. People just assumed that Grade "A" was of better quality, because it cost 17 cents a quart as against 14 cents for "B". Not so. In Connecticut at that time, only farmers whose barns received a 98 percent or better grade by the state inspector, because they had better plumbing, etc., could be classified as Grade "A". It had nothing to do with the actual cream content or the ingredients at all. Since all farms providing Knudsen's milk, having long ago surpassed the ability to provide all their needs from their own farm, were rated Grade "A". Those buying the "A" were paying three cents more for the same product as those getting the "B". At a sales manager's meeting the staff's jester pointed out the absurdity of this "grading system." When the question came up about the difference between Grade "A" and Grade "B" he pointed out the difference was "three cents," forcing a laugh from the rest of us, but the comment didn't sit well with the manager.
Another fallacy commonly believed is that milk is deficient in vitamin D. It is virtually impossible to buy a quart of whole milk that does not have vitamin D added to it. When the adding of D to milk became necessary to be competitive, Knudsen's started providing their farmers with Brewer's yeast or some similar product in edible form to feed to their cows which enriched the milk with vitamin D naturally. They called it metabolized vitamin D which was certainly a more natural method to enrich the milk, but they soon decided it was cheaper and simpler to add the synthetic form of vitamin D to the milk.

I left Knudsen's after a few years, but kept aware of the exploitation of milk for the benefit of the distributor. In a conversation with Chris in the early forties, he alerted me to the wonderful advancement of the dairy with the invention of homogenization. The corporate giants of which Knudsen's was now a part, would no longer fight for customers over creamline. Now they could cut the butterfat contents to the legally required 3.5 percent needed to be called whole milk since butterfat now stayed in suspension and it was virtually impossible for the consumer to see or know how much cream they were really getting. Corporations could sell the extra cream at a much greater profit or use it for even greater financial returns in making ice cream. True to form, Knudsen's soon opened a large ice cream parlor on the site of the original farm that became a local sensation for the quality of its products. By now home delivery of milk was gradually being discontinued, partly because urban supermarkets were replacing the delivery system.

Homogenization has had shattering effects on milk consumption. With the removal of cream, milk has become tasteless. The cereal industry has suffered irreparably since milk no longer contributes to the taste of cereal. Despite the addition of enormous quantities of sugar and flavoring of every description, people, and children in particular, are not eating cereal as they have in the past. Dairies conformed to the fat-free rage by reducing the fat content even further. But people are not drinking the watered down versions. Of course, the push to increase milk consumption for the treatment of osteoporosis is a farce because the enzymes and vitamins in the missing cream are needed to assimilate the calcium.

In the late 1930s, the corporate powers began the most vicious, unjust wave of adverse publicity ever seen in the health field. They stooped to the lowest denominators to not only prevent the sale of raw milk in public places, but even to stop its sale from the farm. In this effort they hired writers to make the very thought of drinking raw milk seem a lapse in one's mentality. Most doctors have been so brainwashed and indoctrinated with medical school texts that, to this day, if a patient admits that he drinks raw milk, his doctor will insist on knowing where he purchases it. The physician can then report it to the health department. He will often, without further investigation, determine milk as the cause of whatever condition the patient is complaining. Preposterous? No, this scenario was actually experienced by a friend of mine who suffered the same reaction from several doctors she visited. Some even told her not to come back if she continued to drink raw milk. Of course, her affliction had no bearing on her milk drinking.

So pervasive has this malicious propaganda become that some farmers even buy pasteurized milk from the very dairy that receives their raw milk! My usual response to such actions is that if their milk is so bad, I certainly would not drink it either. A friend has to actually remove the bottle of raw milk from her table when some members of her family visit—so great is their fear of even being in its presence. This is proof once again that a lie told often becomes believed.
For years since this vicious, unjust destruction of milk began, such publications as The Rural New Yorker, at that time the leading farm publication in the Northeast, tried valiantly to defend raw milk and expose the fallacy of pasteurization and the fallacy that pasteurization improves the nutritional value of milk by making it safer to consume.

To address the hundreds, perhaps thousands, of malicious, untrue stories often so asinine as to strain the intelligence of the reader, is impossible in an article of this length. But they are stories that exaggerate or simply invent afflictions from drinking raw milk. I will, however, relate a typical tale, for that is exactly what is was, a figment of the author's imagination presented as fact. Something like War of the Worlds, but this happened in Crossroads, USA.
Dr. Harold Harris had published an article in the May 1945 issue of Coronet Magazine, a popular publication of the time. In it he states that what happened at Crossroads, USA, which "lies about 25 miles from a big city," could happen in your town. In detail, he describes the epidemic of undulant fever that infected 25 percent of the population and killed one in four. Case histories were then presented to show how debilitating the disease could be.

The truth is there was and is no Crossroads. This never happened in any town in the USA. It was simply a figment of the author's imagination. When cornered, Dr. Harris squirmed out of his dilemma by saying he just presented it as a possibility. This was typical of propaganda widely circulated for many years by news media most likely fearful of losing the substantial revenue reaped from advertising and other financial support of these large dairy corporations.
Undulant fever and tuberculosis were two favorite diseases falsely attributed to drinking raw milk. Undulant fever is not a common disease in the United States and cannot be transmitted by raw milk. Cows cannot pass their germ in their milk, or the germ of any disease, with the possible exception of mastitis, which may possibly be passed to a nursing mother, although I haven't been able to find definite proof in any such occurrence in my research. To prove how long these tales can be carried, just yesterday I received a letter from a person of far greater intelligence than the average who said that years ago he knew a fellow who knew a fellow who years ago got undulant fever from drinking raw milk. The tale is old stuff, but it is the memory that hangs on.

Regarding the carrying of tuberculosis in milk, I experienced the following firsthand in the early 1930s, when the government instituted the testing of all cows for TB. The government inspector came and injected the serum under the upper tail of our three Guernseys and true to his promise, returned a week or ten days later and determined by the bump at the site of the injection that our cows did indeed have TB. I remember my father's worry over whether or not we could contract TB from drinking the milk of our infected cows. The inspector emphatically said, "Mr. Eliason, a cow can drop dead from TB while you are milking it and the milk will still be pure. Mother Nature always protects its offspring."

The opponents of raw milk have stooped to malicious misrepresentation of the facts and deliberate deception. This fact was brought home when I was given a copy of a pamphlet entitled, "Cancer and Raw Milk." One of the first items to catch my eye was a short article stating that there were eight members of a certain family selling raw milk in the town where I buy my milk. There has been no others selling raw milk there for many years. On questioning my friends, they expressed surprise as they had never been questioned or investigated in this regard. They assumed it had arisen from the time—many years ago—when their herd was stricken with bovine lymphoma. This was not restricted to them, but had struck many farms in Connecticut. The cows didn't seem to be affected, but the calves were succumbing to it. They were referred to the University of Pennsylvania for help. The University carried on extensive research, even to the extent of using an airplane to fly out and pick up calves as soon as they were born to determine if cancer was being passed on by the mothers. All tests exonerated the mothers and the plague eventually died out on its own. What was most troubling was that there were only four cases of death from cancer, not eight and none of the deaths could be attributed to the illness in animals. The farm owner smoked continuously, never being without a cigarette in his mouth and never drank any milk, even in his coffee. Two other family members, including an aunt who lived some distance away and didn't get milk from them. John Olson was another victim of cancer who was a school mate of mine and another was a distant relative to the farmer who had made a career of the military. This man hadn't been home in many years and died in Texas from leukemia. It is such nefarious publications as this that snare otherwise intelligent people into forming their conclusions. Not only is such publicity downright incorrect, it is maliciously circulated to prevent honest people from enjoying the greatest food on earth.
An example of how the "powers that be" never give up trying to dictate our lives was dramatically displayed when in 1994 the Connecticut Health Department presented a bill to the Connecticut Legislature that would have grandfathered remaining dairy farms selling raw milk to the public by allowing them to continue selling raw milk, but preventing any further sale, even by the farmer's children, after his death. This supposedly was prompted by a report that TB had been found in two cows in New York State. I was pleasantly surprised by the chilly reception the bill received from the hearing committee. Two members held up containers of raw milk they had in their lunch pack. At that time the hormone BGH had been introduced and some farmers were already injecting it into their cows to increase their milk production. It was assumed the opposition to this procedure might foment a movement to seek hormone-free milk in the form of raw milk, thus cutting into the profits of the large corporate milk processors.
Now, let us address some of the wonders of raw milk. Bernard MacFadden, the father of physical culture, tells in his book, The Miracle of Milk, of a man who as a small child drank some lye that burned his esophagus so severely that he was unable to eat even the smallest particle of food. He not only lived his entire life on raw milk alone, but married, had children and was gainfully employed.

Dr. Weir Mitchell in his book, Fat and Blood, relates that one of his diabetic patients lived for 15 years on milk alone and carried on a large and prosperous business.

Dr. Taylor in Britain, cured himself of epilepsy by living exclusively on milk for 17 years.

I have personally known and have friends who lived on raw milk diets for weeks as part of their health programs. In the 1940s, milk spas were popular health resorts devoted to curing physical problems. The clientele at these spas lived exclusively on raw milk for days at a time as a body purification process. Milk baths were a substantial part of the program. So much respect and confidence was placed in the purity of milk that seldom a week went by in those days that some famous person, usually a movie actress, was portrayed in the news media taking a milk bath, attributing her velvety skin and luscious beauty to the milk, of course. Now, I am well aware of the extent movie producers will go to promote their star and I am not about to defend the veracity of their claim, but it certainly explodes the argument that the very presence of raw milk was a threat to one's well-being.

Often during my talks on milk, many people attend who relate the wonderful health they have experienced since adding raw milk to their diet. At a recent talk a young man related how he suffered from allergies that defied all the efforts of the medical world to cure. But on attaining a job on a dairy farm where he drank large quantities of raw milk, his allergies are virtually gone.
As for myself, I am 83 years old, have drank at least two quarts, and usually a gallon, of raw milk a day virtually from birth. My blood pressure is 120-130 over 60-70 which prompts every physician to report I have the vital signs of a 20-year-old. I physically work hard every day. I have suffered a lifetime of severe heartburn as the result of having been born without the esophageal valve, which regulates the entry of food into the stomach. The enterologists reluctantly credits my milk consumption for preventing cancer of the esophagus, a condition virtually certain to occur in everyone so afflicted. I had an operation in November 1998, in which the stomach is wrapped around the bottom of the esophagus, forming a valve. The operation is very successful and I have not experienced a single episode of heartburn since the operation. I relate this fact for any readers who suffer from acid-reflux and I relate the truth about raw milk for anyone suffering from a health problem.

http://www.realmilk.com/crime-against-raw-milk.html

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

First of all, kil 3am wintu b5air and happy ramadhan

(or merry ramadhan... or whatever). now that we got that outta the way, i want to talk to you about an important issue here. We've been through all the boycotting crap before, right? first it was boycott all the israeli products (the only israeli product i've ever seen in my life was a pair of tighty whiteys in the clothes store "structure")... then they kept telling us to boycott american products because america is evil and their master plan is to kill all the muslims (like they have nothing else better to do)... then it was boycott the danish products because they made fun of our prophets (we kept bragging about how it affected their economy and how we made a difference... truth of the matter is, they weren't affected at all and they couldn't care less)... all of those boycotts made no sense and served no purpose... at all!!! ... now we have to boycott the real enemy here... the real enemy that's trying to suck the blood from it's own people... the real enemy that caused a huge gap between classes and pretty soon we'll only have the extremely rich or the extremely poor... i'm talking about saudi products... please boycott anything made in this country and try to opt for imported goods... preferably from israel and denmark.... why? because they never gave a shit... they provide a great product at an affordable price... what do we (the saudis) do? we raise prices on goods by 200-1000% for what??? high demand??? low supply??? NO!!! nothing at all... they just decided to make more money off of our sorry asses and gave the lamest excuses like "the war in lebanon caused scarcity in fruit and vegetable supplies"... WE DON'T GET OUR FRUITS FROM LEBANON!!! WE DON'T GET OUR VEGGIES FROM THEM!!!!!! we get them from turkey, india, pakistan, syria, egypt... not lebanon.... why are all the prices going up like this??? then they said it's because the drop in the dollar value... ok... you wanna drop with the dollar... fine... drop and increase prices... but when the dollar gets stronger and more expensive I DON'T SEE PRICES GOING DOWN!!!! WHEN A BARREL OF OIL GOES FOR $80 WHY DO WE STILL GET PAID AS IF IT'S $30/BARREL???? when a toyota camry goes from 50K to 75K because "the increased value of the yen, and the decreased value of the dollar" why is it that when the dollar increased, and the yen went down a couple of years back, car prices didn't move??? i'll tell you why... no one is watching over these people... so, they bleed the life out of the less fortunate... you know what the problem is??? you know who makes it worse??? the retards who inheret 10's of millions of riyals from their dead parents and don't give a shit about prices and think it's "classier" to buy an expensive product because others can't afford it. these are the people who are ruining everything. basically, boycott all saudi products... because they're increasing prices just because they can...
i would gladly buy an imported american product that donates some of it's profits to the "dew the jew foundation" than buy a product from one of my "brothers in islam" that are trying to create a huge gap in the economical status of his countrymen.

Driving in ramadhan

i don't even want to get started... i don't think god will accept my fasting this year from all of the cussing... it's too much...

Friday, September 14, 2007

I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK

well, malaysia was a hell of a lot of fun. although i lost everything i've gained in the past 3 years, i had fun nonetheless. as you can see the plane ride was very uncomfortable...


ticket prices went up, seats got smaller, and the service on the plane was shit... i guess that's life... the only form of entertainment you have on that plane is sleep. by the way, it was gulf air... shittiest airline in the universe.

when we got there after the 8 hour flight... i realized that i either grow a couple of inches taller, or they lowered the car roofs a couple of inches. cuz everytime we hit a pothole my head would smash on the roof of the cab... luckily, we took the expensive cab to the hotel (50 ringits for a 45 minute trip... i love expensive down there :))



we arrived in Penang at around 5:30 pm... it was nice... The scenery there is wonderful... everything is so damn green!!! we went to the hotel room, Traders, and chilled for a bit, then we decided to get some dinner and hit the sack.
next day, we decided we wanted to go to penang hill... beautiful place... except for the damn indians there... i don't mean to be racist... but holy fuck are they rude and obnoxious!! we were in a small cart that takes you up to the hill, and there was a huge indian family with us on the cart. the lady was yelling on her cell phone as loud as she could and it was so goddamn annoying... her 3 kids were running around and bumping into me and maryam all the time, the two other women were yapping as loud as they could at a pitch high enough it would make a dog roll over and die... and then finally... the woman on the phone fucking farted in the cart... i have it all on tape if you don't believe me... but that was some obnoxious shit... the view there was wonderful, you can see all of penang from up there... there were stands selling food and stuff (don't eat there... if you smell it you'd know why)... and there was this little henna tattoo parlor... my wife wanted to get one and she told me that she wouldn't get one done til i got one... sooo







We went back down and decided to go to the fruit farm. I had imagined that this place would be heaven... fruits and plants everywhere... cool weather... little monkies running around.... well, too bad it wasn't...where there are fruits, there are flies... it was as hot as fuck down there and the flies were merciless... still it was fun... they showed us coconut trees, pineapple, dragonfruit, dorian, and papaya.... this is the papaya plant



this is hamad telling the guy to pick some papaya for him or else someone will get hurt...




after the tour, they took us to their "fruit shop", where you get to eat fruits, and drink juice... FOR FREEEEEE!!!!!! there was a little obstacle in our path... but i think it was dead...



we ate till we puked... or actually i ate til i puked... then we headed to the botanical garden... which had nothing botanical about it... it only had grass and monkies... remembering the monkey that stole my maryam's ice cream last year, i decided to chase a baby monkey and kill it. too bad those damn monkies are fast...



i then decided to conquer the botanical gardens in the name of the mohawis family




we got bored quickly and headed back to the hotel... we passed by a temple on the way... boring as shit... bald people running around... if i wanted to see that i'd go to my parents house (BADABING!!!)...

then, it was shopping time... there's this queensbay mall, huge place... cool as shit... and it actually has edible food!!! we went there about 15 million times before we left for KL... oh oh, and there's this small mall right behind the hotel, it has a pizza hut... dirties place i've ever seen in my life... cockroaches running on the floor, tables haven't been cleaned for decades... so i had to eat there... the food took about 2 hours to prepare... they were cooking the pizzas with lighters or something... and they obviously have a problem with diet sodas...

anyway, you can see everything penang has to offer in about 3 days... so, a week there was too much. we then headed to Kuala Lumpur... i love that place... we stayed at the sunway lagoon resort for 2 nights... the hotel was fucking awesome... the room looked amazing... but it had the most uncomfortable bed i've ever slept in... the thing broke my back and neck... but the couch was nice



the bed wasn't




next day we woke up early cuz they told us the sunway lagoon theme park opened at 8 am... turns out it opens at 11 am... and it really didn't open til 12 noon... so that sucked... but that place is great... it's like 4 theme parks in one... there's the water park



I was just parading my fat ass around there... there were actually people who were in shape over there... i was pretty surprised... but there were only like 3 people in shape... the rest of the population was just.... well, let's say i was considered in shape and look at my fat ass!!




then there's the Amusement park.... it had some amazing rides down there... the ship thingy that flipped, some rollercoasters... a cave with some dude




AND THEY HAD PINEAPPLE JUICE!!!!!!!!!!!! you know how happy pineapple juice makes me
:)




then we went to the little petting zoo they had... an albino monkey that tried to steal maryam's glasses.. we had a little arguement




then i decided to eat the monkey




we then went to the extreme park... everything was closed that day except for the SLINGSHOT!!!!! fucking amazing ride!!! they clamp you down in this little ball, and they slingshoot you up in the air at a force of 3 Gs... you'd know what a heart attack feels like... i wept like a little girl... but it was the funnest thing i've ever done... expensive, but fun... i wish i had pictures, i only have a video of the thing on dvd (they had a little camera in front of your face on the ride)... that was the first time i hear my wife yell obsanities outloud..

then we went back to the hotel (2 minute walk), chilled a bit, then went to the pyramid mall (another 2 minute walk form the hotel)... then we discovered "Tony Roma's"... first time i've ever eaten in that place... i love it.. i just love it... we loved it so much we ate at that place 3 times in 36 hours... they had very very healthy and nutritious dishes




right outside the hotel there are some stupid statues... i don't know if they realize it or not... but this one looks like a tiger wanting to rape a deer...




AND LOOOOK!!!! ELEPHANT PENIS!!!!




anyway... we then went to Kuala lumpur city center, which was basically 5 days of shopping... and then we went back to good old saudi arabia... where everything sucks... and i mean everything...

i'm back on my diet right now.. which sucks... and i lost about 15 lbs on this damn trip... now it's back to good old eating, training, and complaining...


later