Hello! The stupid duck is still unable to blog, as me the purrfect miao miao Angel has decided that he should be deprived of online pleasures sex for a little while longer. This is also payback for calling me silly names like "little horrible", "silly miao", "poot poot" and "Oy!" and also for repeatedly locking my poor self in the toilet together with him while he's trying to litter-train himself – a really messy procedure that birdbrains like him somehow fail to master despite years of attempts.
So i shall instead recapitulate the duck's disgusting day for your benefit, and autocorrect his middling account which I think sounds really dubious. For instance, he came back home (late as usual) looking rather pleased with himself. Apparently, he was queueing at some ATM machine when an old beng tried to cut queue. The duck claimed he uttered a booming baritone, "Exhskuse me hor!" and gave the lao beng a stare so fierce wimpy it could scare off skanky hos, which made the senior farter think twice about making a quick withdrawal. But methinks he was probably barely continent and ran off like a herd of headless chicken after cashing his pains, seeing how he kept having uncontrollable filthy urges after he got home...
And while i got my kibbles yet again (bleargh! *scratch*) duck had the gall to go enjoy Thai food! He found (not he find lah actually, more like smarter peepurr tell him one!) this joint called Thai Noodle House in Coronation Road, which is one of a small row of retail outlets overlooking the Shell gas station at Coronation Plaza. Beside the noodly house is a Peranakan parlor, a Penang food centre, a chicken rice outfit and a hair salon. The place is manned by a Thai-Singaporean couple and is quite well-patronised it seems. After making his fat bum comfortable, the duck ordered a beef and beefball (he likes balls for some reason) noodle, which came in a small and simple bowl with none of the garish fussiness of the larger Thai food chains. I am sure the broth was yummy and the noodles silky and succulent, but all the dumb duck could say was that the restaurant didn't serve booze. Haha! Don't drink will die like dat! *smack him again* (dun tell him hor, you can bring and drink your own beer from the nearby NTUC for no charge, wine may have some corkage)
Worse, the stupido ducko went to spoil his meal by dumping so many chilli flakes into the soup that now he got sore duck throat and can barely croak a quack. And i tink the chilli not helping his oh-so-sensitive ducky tummy also. Ewwww~!! Some more he go and order a ice tea with milk, knowing full well that cold drinks and dairy products give him the upsets... he never learns...
Someone (the duck refuses to say who, but i will find out eventually, hehe *snikt*) took a bowl of seafood tomyam and this resulted in a fit of sour giggling that made the duck a little ditzy (not that he is sober in the first case). He then found a kitschy Minnie Mouse cuckoo clock on the wall amusing (not surprising since he's quite kuku aledy) and luckily he neber say stupid things about all the portraits of the Thai royal family displayed all over the place – later he get his duck chopped off and made into khao na ped, hahah!
Dessert was sticky rice with mango, and the sweetness of the dish made him a little mabuk i tink. He started talking disgusting things about all the nubile JC girls dining at the next table, and the proprietors decided it was time for him to duck or die...*snigger* After that the duck said he dragged himself waddled gayly to the nearby ice cream parlor where he was hoping to say hi show off his duck to the serving girl whom he saw in a little sundress the other time he was there. He had this brilliant thoroughly pervy idea of boosting the business there which even I don't dare to repeat here... fortunately, the lass wasn't on duty (i suspect she got warning liao) and the silly duck could only lick his cup of cream like a blue-balled loser. Bwahahah!
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