alto sociodad

pucha, pare. so i found myself in another wedding. but before that...

so the wifey and i were running late. we were running around 3.30 pm to catch our doggie. thus running. and we were running so hard time dilated, pare. but when we stopped, time expanded again. thus late.

todo bihis to the max so we can catch up. looking for a cab without any luck. no car today since i ordered the bulldozer to park on the fifth level parking. putcha, pare. i felt the earth rumble. i felt the earth move (under my skin. i felt the stars come tumbuling down, tumbuling down). all the tazis we owned flattened pare. good thing i keep the mazerattis and porsches and ferraris in italy. that way, bagay di ba?

so no cab. good thing there are poor people in our neighborhood so i hailed a tri-zee (tricycle, pare). 'palasyo!' i said. the tri-zee-b (tricycle briber, pare. yes. i have a lisp. di sauce pag wala) said 'where the sinful cardinal lives?' 'sakto dooohd. let's ride.'

we arrived at the mass late only to find out that the sinful cardinal was not living there anymore. i'm sure. i asked the guard!

the priest was already giving out the blood and booty. christ! dang late. good thing we arrived for the free food. god crap (holy shit) with menses (red holy shit!) never tasted so yummy. our tummies were rumbling since it was still reverberating from the concrete downpour caused by the bulldozer, pare. what do you think of me? dead-hungry?

what do you know? tita cory in yellow and her virginal pearls were a few seats away. too bad her daughter's such an oyster (put hot water, the legs spread just like that (right hand snap above right shoulder, snap lower left tummy, snap lower right hip, all in a fraction of a second. head follows snaps. tugi-fluffy-tt style)). 'pssst. tita!' her eyebrows made a show of a cock fight. tangna 'to. didn't even recognize a pucha-pare.

anyhoo, the place stank of old people, old money, old business, and a lot of cellphones. wow. never saw those kinds of models.

yaiks! before i forget, i needed to run to the tri-zee-b to to go home fast. i told him to keep the meter running.

capische, pare!