Shit… I mean, Shit! Literally

I could’nt help feeling pissed when I saw my whole family gathering outside for a barbeque dinner whilst I wasn’t allowed to eat anything from there. Fancy that! It just sucks being down with chicken pox huh.

Anyway, being the way  I are (Timbaland taught me such grammar) , I just couldn’t care less and went ahead eating the bbq-ed sting ray. Enjoy now, suffer later muahhaha

Which indeed, I did. *groans*

My tummy still felt empty and I had lots of chocolate chip cookies regardless of whether it will do me good or bad. Hey, I wasn’t in the mood – I was sick! The worst part was only after I downed the entire packet of cookies when Benj read out the label on the packet ‘EXCESSIVE CONSUMPTION MAY HAVE LAXATIVE EFFECTS’

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My whole face contorted into what might pass off as a Down syndrome patient. (no offence to victims of such)

Whadda heck? Perfect time to tell me B… thanks… perfect timing without a doubt. I’ll thank you again when I spend my entire lights of tomorrow stuck sitting on the toilet bowl with no entertainment whatsoever except the impressive symphony of my natural gasses making their way out into the atmosphere.