home soon my son hasn't played a down shift fin layout designed Namo:
the pho comes to fight. His father is a monster is a light power noploi
Namo Ultraman (with berth) father: it was a scene of fighting, then.
Knee elbow and feet with fists Die Monster Namo Namo to life: plated
Monster (make fists to jerk around mouth + shirts, blue order, pitching
into a monster) and ordered that Monster come si. This is a new fight
comes around and around over father time: in addition to Namo: OK go. " (Translated by Bing)
That Bing translation is almost certainly much, much more gonzo than the original. It looks that way to me, although I have neither the time nor the inclination to actually take the time to work out the original. But Bing is funny on its face, and I have always maintained that the modern world sucks so big time that it is imperative that we take our pleasures where we may while being forced to live with the wildly unacceptable negativity.
(The original Thai is a Facebook post by a friend of mine.)
Mr. C is: a reformed lawyer; a religious atheist; a useful "Handy Man;" an amateur social scientist; a beloved teacher; a well liked husband and father; Ambassador Emeritus from, and to, Planet X; a freelance professor; taxi driver to the stars (Joe DiMaggio and Ronald McDonald, both out of uniform); an excellent fire fighter; an enthusiastic but untalented musician; an experienced counselor; a top-notch disk jockey; an all around get-along-guy; a cunning linguist; a would-be lifestyle victim; a Masonic wannabe; a frequent reader; Professor Irwin Corey's Ph.D. adviser; an accomplished driver and motorcyclist; a famous rockologist; a reliable but indifferent bullshit detective; a poor speller; a proud United States Navy veteran (honorably discharged, barely); the Ayatollah of Ass-o-Hola; a drug legend; a Returned Peace Corps volunteer (Thailand); a generally charming man; nationally and internationally known from coast to coast; a legend in his own mind; a cultural-anthropological critic-at-large; an avenging angel who coolly bides his time; Soul Brother number 37; and a friend to the poor.