SYNCHRONIZED POSTING WHUUUUUUT

AIGHT so I'm doing this because Winette and her friend Audrey are posting on their blogs right now, so that means if I join in it'll be a TRIPLE SYNCHRONIZED POSTING WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!




Met up with Winette today. She's so proud of me because I woke up before 9. Bahbeh, I'd do anything for a friend like you. Que the audience's reaction! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWW.

BUT YEAH, I went to Plaza Sing and bought some comics, which were overpriced. Gonna start reading em tomorrow or this week whenever I've got the time to go to the beach or something. Jeez, I just realized that Winette isn't my laziest friend (if you're reading this, you should be proud). She is, however, somewhat peculiar. I've spent so much time trying to figure out what present to get her for Christmas, but her interests are so basic and I can't find anything for her that would be useful.


Korean Dramas, chicken, yoghurt, Joseph. How do those interests help me one bit? Sure, I could get her a set of K Drama DVDs but the woman watches that stuff everyday! I wouldn't be surprised if she has seen every drama available.


She likes food, so maybe I'll just get her a box of McWings.

It was a bitter cold, winter night. I arrived at the doorstep of her house and knocked on the door. Cars passing by were huge, clunky figures in the thick snow coming down from the dark sky. I knocked on her door. "KNOCK KNOCK, MUTHAFUCKA!" I yelled. The door opened and scents of lavender and Fabreeze slipped out of the house, along with the girl.

I dropped the sack on the ground and left. "See-yuh," I waved.

The girl opened the sack and found an orange box. Upon opening it, she found a note that read:

"Dear Winette

Enjoy your present, Merry Christmas.

It's the thought that counts."

The box of McSpicy left her puzzled, but she ate it anyway since she didn't want it to go to waste.


And you know what they call a... a... a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese?
No man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.
Then what do they call it?
They call it a Royale with cheese.
A Royale with cheese. What do they call a Big Mac?
Well, a Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it le Big-Mac.
Le Big-Mac. Ha ha ha ha. What do they call a Whopper?
I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King. 

They got the metric system, they wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is. Ah man, that cracks me up.

By the way, Winette. I liked how you got happy today because you thought you made me hurt/jealous. Again, emphasis on thought.