Dear Stinkbell
Dear StinkBell
Thank you for dropping me an extremely glorious present. Unfortunately, the postman did not reach me and he left me a little ticket at my doorstep. Filled with anticipation after a dull day of work, I managed to keep my excitement whilst waiting for 30minutes queuing up at the counter at StinkBost.
After the much awaited gift, I took the StinkBell envelope in my eager hand as I signed off the ticket with the other. I walked away with much excitement, wondering what the envelope entails. Was it a winning prize of some mysterious lucky draw I was unaware of? Or could it possibly be half a thousand dollars worth of vouchers! I didn't mind either!
As the exhilaration wore off as I filled my empty stomach with a scrumptious bowl of Mee Pok Tah with extra chilli minus the Pork Liver, I downed a cup of Iced Coffee and took the highly deficient public transport home (pardon me for spelling difficulties. I R NOOB). Upon reaching home, my anticipation crept up again. What did I win?
I took the envelope out of my handbag, ripping apart the envelope to see the letter within. ALL right! A letter from StinkBell! My eyes quickly looked through like Superman, forcing myself to speedread. And then it finally dawned to me what I had won.
A $30 Baka voucher for retaining my StinkBell Pumber Bortapility. And to receive this gift, you would have to present this very letter, with your particulars filled in, at StinkBost...
Yea.. I know... I got screwed...
And another note, while filling my tummy, I was seated next to this mother and child. The boy was probably at most Primary 3, in uniform. When I looked at them, he was already holding his mother's glasses and he was getting into a fit. He was near shouting "Why can't you support your son!" And he ignored his mother wishes and continued ranting like the little prat he was. The mother finally got cheesed off and threatened to slap him at the count of 3. But he didn't stop, not even when she counted till 2.
Seriously, you just gotta give them a good whack on their bottoms. It's because of all the meaningless threats that the boy gets so defiant! He refused to leave his seat, even when his mother picked up his bag and threatened to leave the table. Neither did he return her glasses. Eventually she pulled him away and dragged him along.
I swear if my kid at that age were to do that to me, or worse yet, use Human Rights against me, I would give him a swollen bottom. At 10 years of age, you get so defiant. What happens when you frickin hit puberty? A knife probably wouldn't even scare him anywho.
Thank you for dropping me an extremely glorious present. Unfortunately, the postman did not reach me and he left me a little ticket at my doorstep. Filled with anticipation after a dull day of work, I managed to keep my excitement whilst waiting for 30minutes queuing up at the counter at StinkBost.
After the much awaited gift, I took the StinkBell envelope in my eager hand as I signed off the ticket with the other. I walked away with much excitement, wondering what the envelope entails. Was it a winning prize of some mysterious lucky draw I was unaware of? Or could it possibly be half a thousand dollars worth of vouchers! I didn't mind either!
As the exhilaration wore off as I filled my empty stomach with a scrumptious bowl of Mee Pok Tah with extra chilli minus the Pork Liver, I downed a cup of Iced Coffee and took the highly deficient public transport home (pardon me for spelling difficulties. I R NOOB). Upon reaching home, my anticipation crept up again. What did I win?
I took the envelope out of my handbag, ripping apart the envelope to see the letter within. ALL right! A letter from StinkBell! My eyes quickly looked through like Superman, forcing myself to speedread. And then it finally dawned to me what I had won.
A $30 Baka voucher for retaining my StinkBell Pumber Bortapility. And to receive this gift, you would have to present this very letter, with your particulars filled in, at StinkBost...
Yea.. I know... I got screwed...
And another note, while filling my tummy, I was seated next to this mother and child. The boy was probably at most Primary 3, in uniform. When I looked at them, he was already holding his mother's glasses and he was getting into a fit. He was near shouting "Why can't you support your son!" And he ignored his mother wishes and continued ranting like the little prat he was. The mother finally got cheesed off and threatened to slap him at the count of 3. But he didn't stop, not even when she counted till 2.
Seriously, you just gotta give them a good whack on their bottoms. It's because of all the meaningless threats that the boy gets so defiant! He refused to leave his seat, even when his mother picked up his bag and threatened to leave the table. Neither did he return her glasses. Eventually she pulled him away and dragged him along.
I swear if my kid at that age were to do that to me, or worse yet, use Human Rights against me, I would give him a swollen bottom. At 10 years of age, you get so defiant. What happens when you frickin hit puberty? A knife probably wouldn't even scare him anywho.
The story of life
scribbled by xlambda @ 8:19 PM
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