Friday, Mar 21, 2008 9:38AM /
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Continuing from the Cleaver incident, I had brought it with me to Taco Bell. (They had hidden it from me for quite some time, just to write out what they said. See pt 2) Now, at Taco Bell, as we were nibbling ( I was wolfing) on so soft shelled tacos, a couple of guys walked in wearing Burger King crowns. They said they wanted to go up to the counter and ask for a Whopper. That totally made my day.
I burst into a hysterical giggle fit, when this guy commented on the loads of ChocoPies someone had brought it. "Look! Mountains and mountains of ChocoPies!"
We were watching GATTACA in biology. The lead role needed urine samples from this crippled alcoholic and commented that there was more vodka than piss in the samples.
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Friday, Mar 21, 2008 9:29AM /
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My friends bought me a cleaver for Christmas. And no, it was no made of stainless steel or normal metal for that matter, It was completely constructed of plastic. On it, they had scrawled, " Hooooshi-Chaaan~ XD A violent butcher knife for our violent friend! <3 Now you can cosplay Juugo~ I wonder if you'll ever need the real thing... o.o We won't bail you out if you end up in jail! Even in our darkest times, you will continue to be our brightest, shiniest, (bloody) star~ In the blank spaces, they had doodled some stars, (Xing as in my name), as well as a Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays!! and Goo-Goo- Sama!~ to mock my extremly long username. They had also took the liberty, (much wasted) to draw what I thought was a Christmas tree cannon with the quote, "chop away" underneath it. I was to learn later on, that it was actually a tree that was chopped down.
What strange friends I hang out with.
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Friday, Mar 21, 2008 9:19AM /
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We were in the PE locker rooms, (I have PE 7th period), when in walks Nutmeg, as per schedule our usual routine. We went and bought a bottle of Powerade; Arctic Shatter, to be precise, and as we sat, perched on the locker floor cupboards, a sudden comment started it all. We had tried persuading Soy to try out for badmin, since it was pretty much, (stereotypically) what every Azn girl was doing. That was then she asked about whether there were cuts or not. And so, in my usual blunt, sarcastic tone: "Well... you try out, you FAIL, and you go home." Behind me, as though a cannon had gone off, or perhaps a landmine, poor Nutmeg sat there, with Powerade splattered across the floor as well as around her mouth.
I never knew I could make her laff so hard.
Amongst a fairly large mob of Azn friends <3 Pho, it when we were nearly finished with our small sized bowls of Pho, when tragedy and a total De Jevu began. As Soy and K, were squabbling over music, a third factor, Coke, had joined in. The results? Earwax in Pho. One of the earphones had dropped Soy's Pho. Perhaps it was Karma, because Soy had spat, a record distance of 2 feet, into K's bowl of Pho.
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