There's a blender in my brains

Killer sea cucumbers

Not sure whats happened to me. Been tired and dazed lately. Think i've lost all motivation to work, or do anything productive. I swear, she will be the death of me. hah!

So, what interesting thing have i done lately. Hmmm, lets see. I think i bathe the mutts last week. Saw Superman. Played like Zidane yesterday during futsal, minus the head butt. Signed up for a CCNA course. Had random thoughts of starting a company. And then there's that stuff i can't blog about. What did you think? I don't blog about everything you know, only the stuff i want you to know. Oh, and the usual days of drunken nights. Noticed i don't smoke much lately. Alcohol consumption hasnt changed though.

Loonies of USJ11

I think USJ 11 is fast becoming a looney bin. Forget about the mosquito's, they old news. Don't be suprised if you see the MPSJ cracking down on these wondering looney tunes.

My first encounter was when i was sitting in the car with my girl, talking (i swear, we really were just talking la!) about life and stuff. Then this sorta well dressed indian man comes walking out of the the back alley and walks in our direction. From my first impression, especially the way he was walking and the body language....the biatch was drunk. My second impression more or less confirmed it, cuz he walked past the car, then reversed, and stared into the car and gave us the thumbs up, and smiled, and then walked away. My first thoughts was "I' wanna run his drunk ass down and catapult his useless existence back to the moon".

My second encounter, wasnt as close. In fact, it was more of an observation. It was sometime after noon, and as i was driving to fetch my girl who stays nearby, i happened to glimpse another weird assed Indian guy standing under a tree facing a van. The way his hand was positioned was almost like he had it in his pants, "His hands can't be where i think it is...hmm" .

Anyway, after picking my girl, we were driving back the route which i came from, and the guy was still there, his back facing us. It was unmistakable what the freak was doing. His left hand was moving in an all too familliar jerky movement, and as we passed by, our worst fears were confirmed. The biatch had his dick out and was wanking. I think the van was turning him on, "What a sexy exhaust you have....ahhh..."

This seriuosly freaked us out, so we went back for another look in the hopes of catching him in action and flinging inanimate objects at this freak of nature. Alas, he was a very efficient wanker. By the time we passed by again, he had already stuffed his pecker back in and was confidently giving an assured and almost contented pose next to the tree.

*sigh*

I wished i had a digital camera.