Welcome to our cribz, y'all~

So the thing is, we're gonna chip in our money and buy a fucking huge mansion and end up as nocturnal, aneroxic party animals. We will forget to eat, and breakfast is at 11pm. We will get hyperactive and have taopok sessions every morning. We will adopt a kid and raise him/her up as a homosexual when we get sick of each other. We will grow fat, live fast and die young. We will get diabetes, kidney problems and lung cancer. We will be fabulous and everyone would love to be us.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Schizo much?




(Waiting for KFC delivery & phone rings)
J: Hello?
Man: Hi, Mr Chua?
J: (in very sian voice) Wrong number. *kup*
N: Who's that?
J: Ask for Mr Chua, hur.
N: It's KFC!
J: Huh? KFC?
N: Yes lah!
(phone rings again)
N: Pick up! KFC!
J: *picks* Hello?
Man: Hi, KFC delivery, is this Mr Chua?
J: (politely) Yes?
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J: *hangs up* Later the man think I split personality.
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