fucks yeah!
wait til i lay my hands on a picture of myself in the heineken tee maddie bought me from bangkok. i'll be fucking whoring my toned and oh-so-hot-and-sexy bod all over this site.
wait a sec. then i wouldnt need my shirt, would i? whoops. sorry folks; i rather like the heineken tee, so i guess we wont be seeing half naked pictures of me anytime soon then.
geez. quit whining about it already. there's always next time. there's (1) tomorrow, if you happen to have like, say, a couple thousand sgd lying around, look fucking gorgeous and wanna book my services tomorrow evening. or i guess being the cheapos most've you are, you could always (2) wait til my birthday and watch me get unceremoniously stripped of my clothing by a rowdy drunken mob of men.
thats some sick shit man. why the fuck would you wanna see something like that!? so my advice is, go for option one. i am a financial advisor, after all. trust in my wisdom.
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i have passed what appears to be my last exam for being a financial advisor! hurrah hallelujah! jeez. who would've known you'd need 5 tests just to qualify to sell life insurance? and they weren't exactly pushover kinda exams either. in fact, ive seen more people who've failed the m9 paper than people who've passed.
it makes me wonder if my pal and fellow insurance man kevin would've kept his word had i failed. he did say he would tok lan jiao if i did, know?
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woot.
maddie is now attached! now, wasnt that sudden. christ. fuck sudden. i was doing some pre bedtime blogging around when i saw this phrase: "avis and i we hand-in-hand walk together-gether."
i straightaway thought it was april the first. no, i really did. once nsfs start clearing off and leave, time flies by like a fucking fighter jet, see? well, not really. a better way of putting it is that time becomes like the wheel of fortune being spun by uhh arnold schwarzenegger or some other mofo-bigass-giant-dude-with-no-brains. like mr olympia ronnie coleman here.
samuel l. jackson got beefed up for episode 3
holy shit, dude. where's his head?
i could flip this picture upside down and pretend it was a poster for a horror movie!
uhh. yeah. anyway. so i was saying... uhh... jesus. where is his head? is it that thing between what looks like his shoulders? if so he looks like a black bugs bunny fer cryin out loud.
sweet mother of jesus!
anyway, uhh. where was i? oh yeah. maddie really knows how to throw a fastball, that girl. i really dont have much to say, save express my surprise. which, initially, amounted to quite a bit.
except for.. y'know. all the best, that sorta thing? yep, good luck and all. although if you really be needing luck, then well.. y'know. ahem. so, no good luck. just do it. or just bang it up, as shupz put it. whatever that means.
ronnie: "all the best maddie! dont forget to..."
rwarrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!
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wongcheok 666.01 fm, your ever friendly next-door-to-hell radio station, is currently plugging velvet revolver. why the sudden switch from punk to rawkk, you ask? hmm. well. because i wanna and you cant do jack because i rule. thats why.
featured band: velvet revolver
key listens: slither & loving the alien
1 comment:
fucking fucking fucking funny. i lurp chew lionel.
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