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, November 04, 2009

A bad doctor.

At the clinic.

N: I'm going to pull out your dead hairs because I'm bored.
J: -keeps quiet-
N: -pulls-
After the 6th strand...
J: Ouch.
N: Pain ar?
J: YA LAR!
N: Say luh! I thought why you no reaction one.
J: >.<

N: -irritates J-
J: Ok. I know what I'm going to tell the doctor already.
N: What?
J: I'm going to tell him that you're giving me a headache.
N: Oh no! What did the doctor do?!
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