I can’t remember where i stumbled onto this comic strip but i think it’s damn cool with their literal word play of phrases accustomed to our ears.
Dysfunctional is the new black.
Need i say more about how hilariously idiotic the show was?
Go watch it if you haven’t.
I never knew that there was such a subtle difference between a slut and a bitch until a couple of online friends shed light on it.
A slut sleeps with everyone.
A bitch sleeps with everyone EXCEPT YOU.
I swear Ink hates me.
He was biting me and goofing around like no tomorrow when i warmed the surroundings of his natural abode last evening.
And my my, is he cunning.
He positioned himself on top of the bookshelves just beside the room that i slept in. Such an angle gave him a clear view and direct access to my head or anyone’s head.
I lived in fear the whole night that he would jump and claw my hair to express his displeasure for taking away his beloved.
And i’m a fellow cat-owner for crying out loud!
If that wasn’t all, he followed us wherever we went, made a mess out of his cat litter, whined when we locked him in another room, and disturbed my angel who lovingly made breakfast for me.
I think it’s because he thinks i’m a threat to his position as grand pussy of the house.
But yes, i slept soundly.
In the arms of my angel.
Some of the most evil people on earth are the ones you don’t expect.
*coughs*
Like Old boy.
I was forced to agree to a promise that i have no idea of.
I am very sure that somewhere in our constitution does it provide for a clause on an agreement made under duress..
I guess you could say i’m at a loss of words.
She asked me about him as we were in the car on the way to a meeting and thereafter, she talked about getting another local associate to join me in the Middle East.
If she wanted me to treat it as food for thought, she certainly has achieved that.
I am such a prawn in a bowl of prawn mee.
In other news, Stanley Bing has come up with a quiz aptly titled “Is your boss a crazy boss?”
Go try it for some form of assurance or affirmation that your boss wants your life.
before the game of deception begins.
It has been a mad weekend and the event is finally scheduled to happen tonight.
Probably one of the highlights will be seeing how a certain acquaintance deals with time management.
She has invited all her boyfriends save for one and bearing in mind that all her boyfriends are hot shots in their respective fields, i wonder how is she going to entertain all of them without them being aware of each other’s existence in her personal life.
Hilarity ensues.
Old boy and I went to a coffeeshop that was screening the soccer match between Chelsea and Man U last night for dinner.
As usual, the crowd was typically male with their beers who sat with their eyes glued to the plasma screen even before the game started. The familiar voices of various predictions rang in the air and all of a sudden, Old boy went, “Can i change seats, please?”
In the duration that i have known Old boy, i never knew he was a soccer fan and it got me surprised when he wanted to change seats to get a better view of the plasma screen.
Since we were in the moment, i casually told him that Chelsea will win, half expecting a “No, Man U will win!” from him or some form of technical agreement with me but imagine my shock when he said, “NO, I WANT LIVERPOOL TO WIN!”
The poor boy was dead beat from work and at half past 9 in the evening, i wasn’t going to embarrass him by reminding him that this was a match between Chelsea and Man U for the FA Cup.
Like what Shelly says so often, “Love makes you blind to mistakes and deaf to advices.”
I suppose so, babe, i suppose so.
P.s. And Chelsea did win that FA Cup.
