pucha, pare. so i was up early this morning. early to bed, early to rise, make a pucha-pare have a hard on all day. kasi healthy eh. look at those sperms, mama! they'll just turn to smegma. so i am smegmatic this morning. take a hint. beware.
disclaimer: the following words need adult supervision. tipong, when you fuck, you need an adult to tell you 'don't stop. please.' see? so i'm telling you now, don't fuck with me.
so i was going thru the early friday morning ritual of going to jolly-bug and getting the jolly-bargher with the not so jolly-cashier. 'good morning, sir! welcome to...' without the smile. why don't you just spread your legs, dahling, and let's get it over with. para kang putah. umiireh pero wala naman. lech.
saw this really non-employee jolly-guy with a gun on his side. i mean, what fa duck?!? who won't be jolly in the morning if you've got a gun on your side. 'don't fuck with me even if i'm smiling.' yeah. fuck dapulis. they throw their weight around with the gun on their belts. wear your uniforms, bozos. pucha-pares would suck your guns dry, anytime. just wear the dang uniform.
next stop was the bank. since it was early, the tellers still reeked of whatever they stuff their bathrooms with. think lactacyd. hell yeah. so manoy was saying hello, can't do good morning, but it rose to the occassion.
filled in the deposit slip to pay my rent and the teller (who happened to have good looks, who's looks is inversely proportional to her IQ) was saying 'puuh-uh, kulang numbers sa account number' (see? see?). i mean, you're supposed to know better than i do. what do you think of me? thinking of making boso? you're right. but hello, hi, good morning, gaddemmit, you should know better than i do. you ask me to go ask new accounts? this damn account is older than your oldest daughter? are you married? no? fine. this account is older than your oldest pubic hair.
damyu.
saksak mo lang zero sa una. leche.
get it? fine. pucha naman. we're done. thank you. i should have banged you over the wall and let my mother take care of your cork assed carcass.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
5 comments:
Oh well. Anyway, I got woken up this morning pare by some idiot guy traversing kamagong in a car with loud speakers. Boom boom boom, as it went along turtle-speed in the morning rush. So early in the morning already making me galit, pare!
So I got up and brought out my jury-rigged slingshot made out of old, unwashed brief garters, pare. Makes you feel nostalgic. And my bag or marbles that are as big as my own balls. Took aim from my third floor window and, pow! There goes your back seat window, you fooking-lowlife-niggah-wannabe.
Now back to sleep, pare.
balik alkansiya pare, pucha! sounds family to moi. ano vang pyuter sytem nila at sa new accounts lang nakikita details natin? mapalitan nga ng miLo-soft powerpuff?!?
next time pare, tell `d good lukin doll to stay at home para ma optimize naman worth nila..
tigidig tigidig ;)
gawi! see dis: http://www.xkcd.com/368/
tugz-fluffy-tt!
That's sweet, pare. Blow them bastards completely. I also plan on getting gg this http://www.wickedlasers.com/lasers/wicked_lights-74-0.htm
4100 lumens, pare. Bright enough to burn paper or plastic. For those with bright headlights tailing her, pare. Damage their eyes forever, pare.
@gawi - pare, good idea. why not give that lumens thingy to tugz. might help. lazers, on!
@treb - gid, pre. was about to suggest a good massage parlor for her to work in. work that ass and work somebody else's
Post a Comment