Way to Screw Up My Rhythm, Bitch

Don’t you just love Muscle Marys? They’re like half boiled eggs, hard on the outside, soft in the inside. Not that I have anything against these beautiful creatures. I was at the gym fitness center the other day, having my routine run when this muscle dude came and used the treadmill beside me. I don’t mind, we all pay the same fees anyways because we couldn’t afford our own private gym. That’s not the point. Suddenly, there was this awful stench. I can’t help but wonder (imagine me in that ponyface Carrie Bradshaw pose), is it coming from yours truly? Of course not, you all know for a fact I smell like roses in spring when I sweat, right? This one is worse than body odor! Okay maybe not but close enough. Read more

Are You One of These Assholes?

Dearest readers,

It sucks that I can’t individually pick my readers, especially Malaysians. Having said that, what I can do is list down the types of people who are not allowed to comment on this fab blog, for the sake of my sanity (and others, too). If you’re one of these assholes, please keep your fug stubby fingers to yourself and save some energy from typing your idiotic comments. Read more