Get your fucking hands off my lunch you motherfucker.
So for the first time ever, I finally watched this chunky monkey play soccer on the weekend for one of those local soccer leagues. Note: he should stick to his day job
Later that evening we met JP - a friend that’ll be moving to KL soon. He’s one of those hardworking unpretentious blokes you rarely meet, so it’s quite unfortunate to lose him to the neighbours next door. It’s okay, this just gives us an excuse to go to KL
Ugh I feel like dickslapping M’s face some times. So cute, can’t stand it.
Yo, Awfully Chocolate! What the fuck is this delicious thing that some call Poached Chocolate but I call food of the gods?!
Eew. My first time trying a mille crepe. No thanks. Bye.
HAMAHGAD pork carnitas qaesadillas. Reminds me of the time we brought my mom out for lunch and accidentally fed her pork. It was not funny at all. Why am I even telling you this?!
Check out our $30 divan which we recycled out of wooden pallets. Some call it cheap, I CALL IT INDUSTRIAL CHIC. *scavenges in your trash*
And finally, the legs to an old singer sewing machine. In perfect condition (still whirs to life seamlessly), and just waiting for a lovely glass table top. It’d be the first thing that would greet guests at the doorway, and would be a great place to leave your keys, letters, half-eaten sandwich.. The list is endless.