Yeah, yeah, I know it's a bit late to talk about this, seeing that there are less ninjas lurking about in session. Not like last Saturday, though. That afternoon I was with Git (It was his birthday, btw), and while he was looking for bars with cheap corkage prices for later that evening, I was counting how many people were covering their noses with ninja masks, handkerchiefs, or hands (fingers?).
Last January 9, I have counted One Hundred and Eighty Eight Meningophobiacs in a span of an hour and a half.
I mentioned handkerchiefs, right? Well, the ragheads liked to put on their panyos differently that day. Oh, were they proud to be 'thugs'. Well, you guys keep it up. You will all be of the greatest benefit to the masses in the future. In other words, sooner or later you'll all be target practice for me.
What a scenario that would be, by the way:
*January 13, 2010*
Brent's Hot Sexy Wife(BHSW): Dear! Some of them wannabes are trying to go through our garbage again!
Hot Sexy Brent(HSB): What!? I thought I trip-mined the whole dumpster!?
BHSW:You did! It went off on the group before this one! That's your problem! Didn't I tell you that the smell of burning flesh is like meat to them!?
HSB:Be a dear and shoot them, will you? I'm watching Iron Chef!
BHSW: I think you ought to do it dear.. There's a lot of 'em.
HSB:Why? Is something going on?
BHSW: Well, I heard a Dice and K9 Concert is happening nearby.
HSB: Oh.. Is our Howitzer working, baby?
*Imagining ends*
PictuPictures!
Recognize this place? It used to be my playground. It used to be my childhood dream. It used to be the place I went to whenever I was in need of a friend. Why did it have to end? (For the record, this is the first time I quote that old bitch Madonna)If I had my own personal Mecca, it would be Brent Baguio.
Oh, this? Well, I dunno whether to laugh or scream PUTANG INA!
