“Two minutes on the lips, two years on the hips.”
Bah, who gives a s**t about the diameters of my thunder thighs?
If I get hit by a bus whilst crossing the road and died tomorrow, there will be no Maccas waiting for me when I crossed over – if there is such a thing as ‘the other side’. And should there ever be one, I hope that Melinda Gordon will point me to the right path. Mmm… she is indeed one hot momma.
One thing’s for sure, the worms will be having a feast.
Nah, I think I’d prefer to be cremated. The thought of worms squirming all over my cold, lifeless body repulses me. And to think that I can’t flick them away with my fingers… Eww.
Life is too short.
Even to think about life beyond death.
On a totally different note, how difficult is it to park within the confines of your own parking bay? Even a handful of bus drivers know how to park their vehicles properly so I can't understand why these fools can't learn to be more considerate. Watch out, because one day, you may just lose one of your side mirrors, thanks to either your brilliant parking skills or your tactlessness; or if you're lucky enough, both.
Oops, I forgot. Since they are idiots, they might never learn. Well, not in this lifetime anyway.
Come to think of it now, I actually feel sorry for these sods.
Running to the gym,
2 comments:
I added many years to my hips!, so if you too, decided to join any of my lip smacking session, just let me know, you know that my list is more than enough to fill your desire!
If the sessions involve only food then I'm not interested lah...
But if both you & your PA are smacking your lips for an altogether different reason, by all means, pls invite me. Otherwise, I'll just self-invite. Just let me know the venue. LOL.
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