my fucking regards,
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went fucking drinking. all was fucking cool at 1st. we headed up to fucking Eskibar at boat quay. fucking eating & drinking in a fucking cold room. had 3 fucking neats before i had to fucking leave for dhoby cathay to catch a midnight movie with my poly mates. hell of a fucking time. all was fucking cool till i entered the theatre. at 1st, i fucking thought that we were going to watch the fucking coffin. but fucking nahine. macham fucking 007 came on. i was fucking wondering why the coffin show was starting in fucking italy. but i was still fucking ok. then till abt mid-fucking-way of the movie, i got fucking bored cuz the movie fucking sucked in my fucking honest opinion. all i can understand abt it was fucking BANG BANG BLA BLA BANG BANG BLA BLA. fucking repeat that phrase & there u have the enitre fucking movie. ending up fucking fidgeting my-fucking-self ard to get into a more fucking comfy spot. un-fucking-knowingly, my fucking i-fucking-pod slipped out of my fucking pocket. i only fucking realised my i-fucking-pod was gone only after stepping out of the entire fucking building. but this wasnt the 1st fucked up thing that happened tat fucking night. before that, i got a fucking sms saying, and i fucking quote "Jemmy..i think u can dont come dwn alr uh,we shd be leaving pretty soon.."
WHAT THE FLYING BALLZ OF FUCK?!!
like fucking seriously, u all fucking said u all gonna fucking stay till about 3 fucking a.m. in the fucking morning. then at 1 fucking 26 a.m. u come and fucking tell me this?! flying fucks to you!! i only had 3 fucking drinks, mind fucking you!! i know the fucking bottle cost a fucking $170. and i fucking know that my fuck $50 doesnt cover a fucking 1/3 (only 3 fuckers drinking) of the fucking bottle. but i fucking know my fucking 50 fucking dollars covers more then my fucking 3 neats.
what a fucking night. getting fucking tuah'd by my fucking friends, who apparently fucking say the place might be too fucking cold so wanna fucking go. they do provide fucking jackets for fuck-sakes!!! fucking USE IT!!!!!!!! and it wasnt my fucking idea to fucking go there in the fucking 1st place!!! u guys fucking chose the damn fucking place. learn to stick with ur fucking choices. stay fucking with it!! FUCK!!!
getting fucking abandoned by them & losing my fucking i-fucking-pod really killed the fucking night for me. losing my fucking i-fucking-pod was then last nail to this fucking coffin of a night. FUCK!!!
all i can fucking say now is,
STAY OUT? FLYING FUCKING FUCKS TO YOU!!! GO HOME SLEEP LA!!!
don get me fucking wrong. im not blaming u for my fucking loss of my i-fucking-pod. that i know is my fucking mistake. but thanks for the fucked up time of a so-fucking-called "drinking" session...
"fuck" count: 89 (92, if u wanna fucking include the last 3)
fucking cheers...
went fucking drinking. all was fucking cool at 1st. we headed up to fucking Eskibar at boat quay. fucking eating & drinking in a fucking cold room. had 3 fucking neats before i had to fucking leave for dhoby cathay to catch a midnight movie with my poly mates. hell of a fucking time. all was fucking cool till i entered the theatre. at 1st, i fucking thought that we were going to watch the fucking coffin. but fucking nahine. macham fucking 007 came on. i was fucking wondering why the coffin show was starting in fucking italy. but i was still fucking ok. then till abt mid-fucking-way of the movie, i got fucking bored cuz the movie fucking sucked in my fucking honest opinion. all i can understand abt it was fucking BANG BANG BLA BLA BANG BANG BLA BLA. fucking repeat that phrase & there u have the enitre fucking movie. ending up fucking fidgeting my-fucking-self ard to get into a more fucking comfy spot. un-fucking-knowingly, my fucking i-fucking-pod slipped out of my fucking pocket. i only fucking realised my i-fucking-pod was gone only after stepping out of the entire fucking building. but this wasnt the 1st fucked up thing that happened tat fucking night. before that, i got a fucking sms saying, and i fucking quote "Jemmy..i think u can dont come dwn alr uh,we shd be leaving pretty soon.."
WHAT THE FLYING BALLZ OF FUCK?!!
like fucking seriously, u all fucking said u all gonna fucking stay till about 3 fucking a.m. in the fucking morning. then at 1 fucking 26 a.m. u come and fucking tell me this?! flying fucks to you!! i only had 3 fucking drinks, mind fucking you!! i know the fucking bottle cost a fucking $170. and i fucking know that my fuck $50 doesnt cover a fucking 1/3 (only 3 fuckers drinking) of the fucking bottle. but i fucking know my fucking 50 fucking dollars covers more then my fucking 3 neats.
what a fucking night. getting fucking tuah'd by my fucking friends, who apparently fucking say the place might be too fucking cold so wanna fucking go. they do provide fucking jackets for fuck-sakes!!! fucking USE IT!!!!!!!! and it wasnt my fucking idea to fucking go there in the fucking 1st place!!! u guys fucking chose the damn fucking place. learn to stick with ur fucking choices. stay fucking with it!! FUCK!!!
getting fucking abandoned by them & losing my fucking i-fucking-pod really killed the fucking night for me. losing my fucking i-fucking-pod was then last nail to this fucking coffin of a night. FUCK!!!
all i can fucking say now is,
STAY OUT? FLYING FUCKING FUCKS TO YOU!!! GO HOME SLEEP LA!!!
don get me fucking wrong. im not blaming u for my fucking loss of my i-fucking-pod. that i know is my fucking mistake. but thanks for the fucked up time of a so-fucking-called "drinking" session...
"fuck" count: 89 (92, if u wanna fucking include the last 3)
fucking cheers...
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