Please Wear Something More Appropriate Next Time

I was puffing my life away like a chimney on steroids at the canteen lavatory. It is blasphemy to be inhaling my daily dose of Marlboro in that unholy place of worship and having my close encounters of the third kinds on days of misfits. Oh those bedevilled creatures. They sent letters to my sanctuary warning my family of what a monster i had become. I contributed to the air pollution an international phenomenon christened as global warming. Big deal and so what if i am in the noble yet crappy Green Club. I beg your pardon. I am deviating from my story of the day.

Cut to the chase. I was smoking with a special someone. He is not my friend by the way and no he was not smoking. Just there to accompany me. Talked and stuffs. The usuals. He gets restless as the toilet turned foggy. I can almost see his inner beast with eyes glowing shiny. He went up to me. He pulled out a stunt on me and did a Stone Cold Stunner on yours truly. The real deal or so he thought. Here is the interesting part. His pants got a nice tear right up to his groin exposing his repugnant and abhorrent undies. I had seen worse than just his underpants in the past.

On normal instances i would add to the catastrophe but seeing stars in bright daylight made me give my act of mischief a miss. My head was spinning and i felt dizzy. The warning did not help. It was a sorry sight and i tried my darnest not to laugh like a madman. He was hot and sexy. I am chuckling as i am typing this recalling the crack he made on the tiles when he fell flat on his ass. He and i fooled around in the toilet but never have i seen anything this funny. It was a sight to behold. Just two malay guys having fun of what dinky entertainment that school provides.

There is still class going on upstairs but he had to be excused based on personal grounds for some urgent tailoring. He and i proposed a rematch. This wrestling competition is on. Pick a place and date dude. I will make my entrance in grand style. Like Randy Orton the legend killer. Austin is so last century. I cannot wait for July. To watch some of them flesh and blood in Singapore. Without much ado i sent him off to his bike in stealth mode away from prying eyes and hugged that son of a gun. Did our uber manly handshake and bid farewell only to meet again later.