Sunday, February 11, 2007
Someone gimme a HARD knock on my head please!
Now THIS is what you call a Love Triangle, baby! Hardcore physical actions involved man! And what makes this threesome stand out from the rest is that instead of the usual two gals fight over a guy, it's a guy and a girl fighting over another girl. Wah... damn shiok! Grope here, caress there... poor Clara! =p.
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the battle for the "very tall girl" went on for ages
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Then Terence and I had an agreement. He takes the upper half of her body whilst I settle for her lower half.
As you can judge from our smiley faces, we're both happy with our "prizes". HAHAHAHA!
But on 2nd thoughts, Terence, I think you can have her lower body back lah. I'm very scared of the fart-machine sia. Take back, take back!!
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My, my... some people are just plain lame lah! Acting all big-shot stuff in front of others but when being dealt with by the police, they become milder than handsoap and wobblier than Jell-O.
Now tell me, which word describes such beings best; Poser or Loser?
Can't decide? Why not I tell my answer then? It's Ploser; a mixture of poser cum loser. What kind of "big shot" pushes a girl man?! Please lah.. have more dignity can!?! You, being a man, pushed a lady just so you can prove to others how you're not afraid to go against the law?
HOLY-MOO-MOO-COW!
Maybe to your group of "friends", you're heroic. But in my point of view (inclusive of the many women of the world), you're a coward. Heard me? Big.... Fat..... COWARD!!
Everyone say, "MOOOOooooooo".
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Enough of sad-assed fuckers who are helpless puppy-dogs who beef themselves up just for the sake of acting all macho-macho. Goodness gracious, stinking monkey fart!
Instead, why not talk about sad-assed FEMALE fuckers who're so blinded by "love" that they think the world of their coward boyfriends and believe stupid things like "everything is settled" and that "he win e battle".
My dear girl, it's CRAP. The battle was won... but not by your boyfriend. His knees turned weak the moment the police came. And if I'm not mistaken, his "brudders" actually ran to hide their weapons right?
Oh. my. HAHAHAHAgoodness.
Oh no, make that.. Oh.my.HAHAHAHA (times infinity) goodness.
Eh, small fry, you think you who sia? Refer to Terence as "tat farkin guy"?!
Wanna use F-word than spell the bloody word out properly lah! Got guts to scold right?! Then have the same lead-thick guts to spell it out lah! FUCK! Very difficult ah?!
Fark?
So Primary School lor.
If I were like her, imagine me typing sentences like, "I let him fark me in the park", "I kena farked while hanging upside down on the monkey bar", "I simply love farking with farkers".
So sickening right!!!
Your intention of using that vulgarity is THERE. So just let it show! Don't act guai kia and type the "cleaner version" of the word. It's FUCKING lame.
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LET THE REST OF THIS POST BE FREE FROM THOSE TWO IMBECILES
-wish granted-
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Believe it or not, I was clubbing at Clara's place. WAHAHAHA! Her parents were out and whoo!!! The alcohol came out of the cabinets! Drinks, complete with a darkened living room and a blasting stereo. Good Lord, hanging out with her just spices up my life man. I feel sad for those pitiful souls who choose not to cherish her... well, it's their loss (and my gain) BUAHAHAHA!
Eh, that woman ah! Fucking havoc sia. I dunno how much alcohol she added in her drink (but I assumed her drink was as diluted as mine). So when she went downstairs with Terence, and I was in her living room watching some boring game between Reading and Aston Villa, I took a sip of her drink, swallowed it down the moment it touched my tongue and exclaimed a very loud and audible, "WOAH!!!".
But luckily nobody heard me. hehehehehe!!! Rose was in the kitchen and the door was closed, Cheryl was in her room doing her homework and Clifton was in his dad's room playing computer games. Heng ah... otherwise damn pai seh sia.
You guys don't wanna see me after a couple of rounds man. It ain't a pretty sight. LoL~! But I wasn't drunk ok!
Clara claimed that I couldn't walk straight but I beg to differ! It was the lanes that were crooked lah, not me! And the bloody driver drove like a maniac; which explains why I missed my stop by three stops! Maybe it was partly my fault for being too engrossed with looking at the scenary from the bus window but the fact remains that the bus I was on was driven by a maniac driver!
Sorry about the laptop, Licious. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
