Haven't spewed crap for a very long time, and I'm not getting used to it. Doctor says keeping your shit bottled up within isn't good for health, that's why he prescribed laxatives.
"Apply 3 times daily directly through nose."
Dreamt of her last night, but for the death of me I can't seem to remember her name... Hu... Oh ya, its Val. Shit! That means I'm dead now, aren't I? Made me cry in my dreams, so that must mean she made me not cry in real life! People say that what happens in your dreams are the exact opposite of reality. I wonder why I haven't struck lottery yet as a result of not dreaming of striking lottery? Maybe its because I didn't buy lottery tickets... But its still not an excuse for failing to adhere to the customs, dammit!
Anyway, I'm getting my 1st car of my own. That means no more sharing. I can do whatever I want to it as long as within legal bounds. That means no metal window grills or open/close window shutters, no curtains, no additional wings at the side, no propellers at the top and no automatic weapons mode. But I should be able to give it a robot transformation ability. There's no such prohibition, right? I think.
Due to economical reasons, its going to be a PROTON Iswara. Now you can laugh out loud, you bastards! Until I can better afford a better car myself.
Girls who feel they will be ashamed by being seen together with me and my PROTON can get lost too. I don't need you in my friends list. Click delete now and win attractive prizes!
Maybe I'll change the driver seat to a toilet seat, in case of life-threatening situations whereby I need to go but there's no toilet to be found within the radius of 100 miles. Bad luck for the car trailing behind.
Check this sucker out, but mine won't be as beng as this lah:
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