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monopoly, the game for champions and champions alone. in the game of business, skill, and thought, it took the combined brains and ability to use fake cash to buy plots of card of me and chia chern to -gangbang- sean and jason. just to clear the air, gangbang is a term used to describe when one beats the other guy in a game pretty badly and obviously. i say this because chia chern is gay and he might get confused and when he finds out, he can really let his pms loose. you dont know what its like to get hit by his purse.

ive officially discovered the 2nd most annoying thing in the world, right next to puppy love. 2 hours of grown chinese men, who obviously took singing lessons from dogs, karaoke'ing through dinner. i have to say, 600bucks a table for food and i could not enjoy it without hearing them go AHH AHH. do you know those olden high pitch chinese opera singers? its kind of like that in a way, but imagine the total opposite.

went to the gym....i-t didnt work out. literally. popped a no explode, used all my energy talking cock instead. we did 1 set of all the neglected workouts and in the end we decided to fuck it and go for some golf instead. i felt bad today because i couldnt go on the date because i had to go for my grandmas birthday dinner. i bought her cake even though i knew she wouldnt eat it. come to think of it, the cake couldve represented a billion things. one it could mean, russ is such a sweet guy. please, dont wear it out. two, it could mean im saying shes fine just the way she is, probably could put on a few pounds if she wanted to, but thats up to everyone to decide whether thats a good thing or bad thing.

oh oh, i just came up with the most ingenious thing ever. people like to put their money in stupid things like...banks. piggy banks and stuff. but yet again, not surprisingly, russ has come up with a way for you to properly save cash. i mean, put it in a bank, and u can always withdraw that shit, put it in a piggy bank and ull know how to get the cash out. but put your money in a fucking beer bottle...unless uve got chopsticks for fingers, aint no way u gonna get that shit out man. unless ure a fucking dumbass and want to break the shit. do you really want to disrespect beer like that?

do you remember in my first post i said do you believe in ghosts? do you? today weve been discussing just that and im pretty sure they exist. if your such a non believer, please by all means go against all the superstitions and sayings and rumors and see if nothing happens. just to tell you, im not going to be at your funeral just incase. if u haunt me after all my warnings, ima really fuck u up i swear to god.

okay, for you non believers out there, heres some stuff to try:
1.go in a forest and shine your light up on trees, in a disrespectful manner. for better effect, shout curse words at the spirits. banana trees if you feel like a painful death is the only way to go.
2.when someone calls out your name in the forest, answer it.
3. give a cheers to the dead, as in like yam seng
4. pretend to be possesed in the forest
5. take a piss on a tree and laugh because you find it amusing
6. take a piss on a grave
7. stand infront of a mirror and peel an orange

and if all that doesnt kill you, play with an ouija bored and tell it to fuck off.

if all fails, hold ure breath like a man and die.

also, if possible, do it all in the same time, like piss on a grave and a tree at the same time la.

i promise ill burn you some cash when your in the after life if itll make you more ballsy.


on a more happy note, i have 4 hours left of time to sleep and with the gays cept jason in the room, i dont know if i can plug my anus and sleep at the same time. u never know when shits gonna go down man. jay kay la, they arent gay. they just like to put their cocks in other guys' mouth from time to time.