Wednesday, November 19, 2008
This post is for my dear brother, Ian
Lok. It's something like an obituary, a memoir of your short but happy life before your PSLE results tomorrow. It's ok, I'll love you even if you end up looking like Frankenstein after Papa totally roasts you.
Ian Lok - in Funny Mode♥Papa: .....whoa, I tell you, Uncle Walter's daughter's skin is really nice man, it's like Vanilla ice cream.
Ian: So she has a lot of blackheads? Vanilla ice cream has all those little black dots.
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Me: Hey, do you know Pink is married?
Ian: Which sad dick would want to marry her?
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[ little Baby runs up to him and stares at him]
Ian: Yo Bling Bling Baby WHASSUP DAWG???!!!
Baby: AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Me: [ picking him up from tuition] Who are those two girls?
Ian: Bitch one, Bitch two.
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Ian: ........^%&?#<(*#%!?+)=!!!!!!
Mummy: Ian, be nice.
Ian: Fine. Good Evening Bitches.
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Irwyn: eww, the stupid bird is in the backyard. go away you stupid bird.
Ian: are you mad? this way the bird will never fly away. you must do it like this:
FUCK OFF YOU STINKY BASTARD!
[ bird flies off]
Ian: See?? Irwyn you are a stupid fucker. you live in the same room as me and you can't even make a bird fly away.
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oh, dear brother,you are more entertaining than Keri trying to krump like a pussycat doll wannabe.
you're funny.
