Twas Saturday, went out with Tony to get me a pair o new shoes cuz me old one wus busted. Entered the train..all was cool until we reached Jurong East MRT Station. In walked this 40ish Chinese lady yelling out "Nabei Cheebai!". Throughout the journey to the shoe shop, she'd sporadically burst out some chinese words which no doubt were filled with venomous intent. The sods in the train were flabbergasted. Whereas the two macho guys, namely me & Tony, were laughing our nasal hair off at the scene. That shit right there jus made me day.
So, onwards we marched in the quest for me new pair o footwear. Once that has been taken care off we trudged on to the Expo Hall for a Bike + Motorcycle exhibition. Nothing of note to be mentioned.. besides a lady who bent over which gave us both the opportunity to traverse the Abyss.
So, onwards we marched in the quest for me new pair o footwear. Once that has been taken care off we trudged on to the Expo Hall for a Bike + Motorcycle exhibition. Nothing of note to be mentioned.. besides a lady who bent over which gave us both the opportunity to traverse the Abyss.
Havin planned ta meet Daddy & Ricky at Arab St later during evening, me & Tony scouted out other joints since us both gettin tired of the old one. Fate was conspiring against us it seemed. Other joints were either fully booked, reserved or jus plain crap. In the end we plonked out asses at the same old joint. Next Door Cafe to be precise. Ordered Raspberry Black Tea and Orange flava shisha. Note to self, don't order Orange flava shisha. Few minutes later Daddy appeared, while Ricky can't be received due to the disinclined weather at his area.
So, its jus the 3 o us sippin tea, puffin shisha and scrabbling Scrabble. It started raining heavily and we thanked the Powers for our hot tea. Really is the remedy for cold. Lo and behold, we managed to finish up Scrabble...using up all the tiles no shit! YES EVERY TILES mafugga!!! Will present a photographic evidence for those disbelievers out there, may you be infected with crotch rot! Thus endeth our Saturday night.
On the Metal front... well praise be, the Great Corpse is back! Seemingly, these guys can do no wrong with their latest sledgehammer to the face; EVISCERATION PLAGUE.
There it is ladies and gentlecorpses. Sweet music to accompany me as I vent my fury on the unsuspecting kids. The production is solid, guitar riffs infectious, drumming and bass pummeling my scrotum and the vocals.. heh the Vokills... George Fisher aint called "Corpsegrinder" fer nuthing. Yeah the fore-father of Death Metal is pretty much slaying still!
See, even Unca Ronald agrees... right Unca Ronald?
(thanks go out to Bob for the reference...)
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T'was sad that I could not make it for such a glorious day in battle. But it is not yet a defeat. For once again we shall be reunited in battle. This time bring some wenches for the glory! Anyways, Ronaldi Maczonald, the cannibal clown has been burried alive by me.
u're juz sick... hehehhee... and 1437!!!
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