I Lhove You.
Rheally,
No. Rheally.
But...
But...
No. But...
No,
I'm nhot dhrunk.
What dh'you mhean I'm schlurring?
I'm nhot schlurring!
Bhut I only had tchree bheers.
Errr...
Jugs.
But I'm schtill schober.
But...
I Lhove You.
Fhine.
Whatevher.
Followed by: A Poem About Sex
Shorry.
Tchis Dhoesn't ushually...
happhen.
Bhut I only had tchree bheers.
Shorry.
Fhine.
Whathever.
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11 comments:
sounds like sicko.
replace beer with whiskey.
i lhorve ya too!
u rock my world
Aww, wotta a romantic.
*Barf*
you are sush a lush. the girl wisth you mush be a lush too.
*phbbbbbbbbbbbt*
fuck. that was me up there. fucking beta blogger.
Oyy turd! wake up! It's already 2013 and blogs are sooo 2007 mannn.
Ylanda,
alcohol makes everyone the same. It's the catalyst for Unity.
babe,
ur a schlurrer too? Whelcome tho the chlub.
quiet,
I try.
Leen,
There's nothing more romantic than a drunk. And you're right, it does usually end with a barf.
Anon,
Huh?
Lily,
Huh again.
Leen lagi skali,
I'm an old fashioned kinda guy.
The Ais Kacang shop is called Ee H'ng le. Your nasik lemak mak cik at 123 Jln Selasih ask about u always. Why she only remembers you, the hell I know!
why you donch uddershtand? you shtill dhrunk ah?
Anon,
She's still there? Are her fucking geese still alive? Man, those damn geese were worse than the dogs.
PS. That was some damn good nasi lemak. Now I have a craving for it. Shit.
Lily,
Yup. Still drowning my sorrows because of bloody Chelshite.
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