Flying Weekend

The weekend just flew by while I happily forgotten about the existence of my fyp.

Went to the Vilage that day with Bling and had rosti topped with a 9-inched well-endowed sausage. That kinda turns me on. A bit. Heh.

She had rosti with a snail pork. Her sausage looks like dog poo. Hahaha. Her sis and friend were laughing hysterically at the shape of the hotdog.

J wanted to watch Borat. We like to watch lame shows. Psst. He asked me out for a dumbass show also during our first date. How dumb. I mean that duh boy.

We ended up watching Night at the Museum instead.

Ben Stiller was no Focker in this movie. He was desperate for a job. Just to prove to his little son that Daddy is as capable as any other person. So he took up a job as the graveyard-shift guard at the local museum.

And guess what? Everything comes alive. At night.

It is actually an ancient curse that causes the animals and exhibits on display to be alive and kicking at night. T rex running around wanting to play fetch. The Easter Island Head is pretty hilarious. It talks. You are my dum dum. Dum dum, I want gum gum. Silent! My dum dum wants to speak. That's what the Moai says. There are other funny stuff also like the Romans and Cowboys who can't stop fighting.

Etc. Etc.

Overall I think it is an entertaining show.

Though there aren't any hawt dude in there.

Supper time at nydc.

Just playing with my handphone camera.
Quality a bit cuckoo.

Shoo. My dum dum wants to eat.

My tiramisu mudpie.

And my cleavage.