As a silent man, i move towards the metropolis hopin to catch up with the peruvian skies. Wondering the change of seasons as it may come and drawing a line in the sand to distinguish wat is Evil and wat is Evil. emm that sounds the same hahahha okok TOK ROT SESSION PPL!!!
Friday, January 20, 2006
Now is story no. 2
It was a fine Friday afternoon. Leaving the mosque, he hops on his racer bicycle. Pedalling the screeching chain over and over again. Puffing away his ciggie as he look ard him , spotting the girls. He sees this Pakcik...and he said " Assalamualikum Haji!"
BOOOM, screechhhhh OUCH!!!! His bicycle broke into 2. Fell down hitting the knee, tearing part of his sarong. The pakcik went "ehh pakai besi rupanya... pakai lah basikal buluh"
He is pissed but held his composure. "ni kalau jual karong guni man, dapat 5 doller" pakcik said.
OOOhhhh he can't tahan no more. Firstly, he was kind enough to acknowledge the Pakcik, then the pakcik sindir him....but he still laughs at what happened...bicycle broke in 2...how often do u get that ? His tatoo also fell down. (dats the way he told us )
So Moral of the story?,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Never steal another fella's bicycle body and make it ur own. lolzz...
Jeff from Cats in the Cradle
Cheerio
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