No, not with my hands as you think I often do (although I will not deny that). Whereas, boss, I meant to say that I had sex in your room. And by that I did not mean the street expression of fuck as in “fuck you bitch!” or “man, that shit is really fucked” or “why do you have to go and fuck it up”. Come to think of it, maybe that's why my eye was kinda stuck together that one morning.īut nevermind that. The Bangladeshi perverts could’ve been masturbating to my face every night and I wouldn’t even know.
UNCLE AIYA GENERATOR
Because nevermind computers, there wasn’t even sufficient electricity from the generator to let us keep our lights on long enough. But you were very successful in stopping me from blogging. Why in the world would anyone build anything there!?ĭid you know I had plain fried noodles three times a day for almost the entire week? I swear my shit were starting to come out in strands by the end of it. It's as abandoned as the spot in between your anus and testicles. Apart from the fact that you sent me out to the middle of nowhere (again), I'm still fairly impressed by how the hell you could secure a project somewhere in between no mans land and hills with eyes. He used to eat his boogers, but that’s beside the point.
Have I heard about Changloon before in my life? Sure, I did have a classmate named Chiang Loon a long time ago. That should explain why you wasted no time to send me out to Kampung Baru Changloon. Now let’s get back to our conversation, shall we? Before that, I really had to ask if you somehow managed to stumble upon my blog.
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