Sunny. Rainy. Minor hailstorm. Sunny. Gloomy.
English weather is a bitch. Constantly pms-ing. We girls don't even pms thaaat badly. Hmmm... wait. We do. No wonder English weather is such a bitch. Get the pun? Ok, lame.
This post is going to be a whiny one. Damn. What is up with all my emo posts lately? Come on, come on. Dear God, can You please gimme inspiration for funnier posts? Anyhow, I felt like writing about what happened on Saturday night. After I came back from work.
Poor Naima forgot to lock her door before leaving for work and when she got back, omg. Her room was trashed! Beer was spilled outside her door, there was rubbish on her floor, her stuff was displaced and it was a mess. Worst, her duvet was missing. Her duvet! Imagine my poor darling having to sleep in the cold! For those of you who do not know, Wessex is freezing cold when they turn off the heater. Stupid kiam angmohs.
So, at around 1.30am, we went round asking people "Have you seen anyone running around with a pink duvet?" People were confused at first and well, to be honest, it was a weird question. But its not as weird as asking them "Have you seen my a-hole? Some bastard stole my a-hole!"
Yeah, last week, someone stole a girl's dildo and she was banging on everyone's door furiously asking for her dildo. Hahahahhahahaha. Damn funny wtf.
In the end, we called security cos the pink duvet was not to be found. Security came and was very concerned.
Security: Your room got broken into? What went missing?
Naima: Yeah. Er, my duvet is gone.
Security: Your duvet... And?
Naima: Umm... my duvet.
Security: Nothing else?
Naima: No. Just my duvet.
Security: ........
Security was fucking za dou lorh! Called him out at some ungodly hour, thinking she must have gotten her lappie stolen or what not, mana tau, her duvet was missing! And then, security called his boss.
Boss: So, what was stolen?
Security: Her duvet.
Boss: Anything else?
Security: Her duvet.
Boss: Just her duvet?
Security: Yes. Her duvet.
Boss: Za dou.
You see, you see, you see. How the immature angmohs here embarass my poor Naima! She's tired enough coming back from work; work was hell that night, and then have to deal with this. And the whole of Wessex was in a mess as well. Bins were overturned. Someone smashed a glass outside the bar. Food bits like pork ribs were strewn all over the floor etc.
Pigs. Sigh. Immature pigs.
Luckily, we found Naima's pink duvet in the showers. Apparently, it is tradition for them to grab mattresses or something similar from someone else' room and then put it in the showers. OMG. So wu-liao.
I hope they trip over the stairs and then land on their balls and voila! A man-gina is created! And then they will get raped by my super fat and perverted boss, and then, they will have man-gina No.2! My boss is such a dickhead, I suspect he must have at least 2 dicks.
Ok, end of rambling. I should've started work earlier. Damn the addiction to Facebook and blogging!
T_T
English weather is a bitch. Constantly pms-ing. We girls don't even pms thaaat badly. Hmmm... wait. We do. No wonder English weather is such a bitch. Get the pun? Ok, lame.
This post is going to be a whiny one. Damn. What is up with all my emo posts lately? Come on, come on. Dear God, can You please gimme inspiration for funnier posts? Anyhow, I felt like writing about what happened on Saturday night. After I came back from work.
Poor Naima forgot to lock her door before leaving for work and when she got back, omg. Her room was trashed! Beer was spilled outside her door, there was rubbish on her floor, her stuff was displaced and it was a mess. Worst, her duvet was missing. Her duvet! Imagine my poor darling having to sleep in the cold! For those of you who do not know, Wessex is freezing cold when they turn off the heater. Stupid kiam angmohs.
So, at around 1.30am, we went round asking people "Have you seen anyone running around with a pink duvet?" People were confused at first and well, to be honest, it was a weird question. But its not as weird as asking them "Have you seen my a-hole? Some bastard stole my a-hole!"
Yeah, last week, someone stole a girl's dildo and she was banging on everyone's door furiously asking for her dildo. Hahahahhahahaha. Damn funny wtf.
In the end, we called security cos the pink duvet was not to be found. Security came and was very concerned.
Security: Your room got broken into? What went missing?
Naima: Yeah. Er, my duvet is gone.
Security: Your duvet... And?
Naima: Umm... my duvet.
Security: Nothing else?
Naima: No. Just my duvet.
Security: ........
Security was fucking za dou lorh! Called him out at some ungodly hour, thinking she must have gotten her lappie stolen or what not, mana tau, her duvet was missing! And then, security called his boss.
Boss: So, what was stolen?
Security: Her duvet.
Boss: Anything else?
Security: Her duvet.
Boss: Just her duvet?
Security: Yes. Her duvet.
Boss: Za dou.
You see, you see, you see. How the immature angmohs here embarass my poor Naima! She's tired enough coming back from work; work was hell that night, and then have to deal with this. And the whole of Wessex was in a mess as well. Bins were overturned. Someone smashed a glass outside the bar. Food bits like pork ribs were strewn all over the floor etc.
Pigs. Sigh. Immature pigs.
Luckily, we found Naima's pink duvet in the showers. Apparently, it is tradition for them to grab mattresses or something similar from someone else' room and then put it in the showers. OMG. So wu-liao.
I hope they trip over the stairs and then land on their balls and voila! A man-gina is created! And then they will get raped by my super fat and perverted boss, and then, they will have man-gina No.2! My boss is such a dickhead, I suspect he must have at least 2 dicks.
Ok, end of rambling. I should've started work earlier. Damn the addiction to Facebook and blogging!
T_T
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