(say the following with an Indian accent and shake your head from left to right):
"........"
Nyahaha! So didcha shake your head? =D
Anyway I've been wanting to play Risk these past few days, but EVERY SINGLE TIME I ask Wee-wee Drypers (wee lim, name inspired by chern sern) for a game, he'd be
"I'm going out, maybe tomorrow la"
I've been asking him since Wednesday.
Today is Friday *cries*
Some people just have money to burn..if I went out as often as he did I'd be wearing my slippers and underwear only cuz' I'd hafta pawn my arena shirts and chee-chiong-kai shorts for money.
And so what do I do for entertainment?
Steal Wee Lim's money?
Plot to steal his Risk board?
Neither! I played pool with my Tai-Kor (yes, he's back from Kangaroo-Land, and scarier than before)
I was THIIIIIISSSSSSSS close from winning:
I was 3-0 up until I made stupid mistakes like the one above.. *kicks self*
Losing is one thing, but the other thing that irritates me is:
CHINESE AH BENGS
dungus like them are easily recognizable with their
a) *BLING-BLING*
b) upturned collars
c) hair that looks worse than mine (that's saying something)
Their habitat includes Sg. Wang and pool parlours. Yes, pool parlours, like the one called "Asia Cafe". And what do you get when y'put a losing Rambutan with a SMOKING group of Ah Bengs in an air-conditioned room?
One seriously pissed-off midget.
For goodness sakes, I don't have anything against smokers, but if you wanted to kill me there're so many easier ways to do it rather than chucking me in a gas chamber!
For example: just chuck me off the roof! it's cheaper, and faster, than buying boxes of cigarettes and blowing them into my face!
A community service message from haneyc:
It's alright if you want to kill yourself, but please don't bring others to Hell with you (unless you're playing Starwars: Battlefront 2)
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