Friday, October 06, 2006
A Poetic Letter for Mentally unstable AuntDear Aunt, i'm so sorry i forogt your name. i'm rather sorry i haven't visited you. i thought AIDS was contageous. i also thought that your sex change operation would corrupt my young and extremly innocent mind. besides, i've been recovreing from that horrible, terrible, vegetable off a smell i smelt all over your house. and i was, and still am, certain that even after your sex change operation, you'd still have body odor and bad breath. my nosehasnt quite recovered from that smell. but rest assured. this time i'll bring some heavy duty gas masks. i really think you should change into some new clothes. according to mom, you havent changed your clothes since God knows when. i wonder how you kept it looking worst than SHIT.
i've been convinced to buy some diapers and wet wipes for you. oh yes. one more thing. please donate your clothes to charity. though i'm quite certain they wont accept it, it'll do you good. i'm getting you some new clothes so you wont have to prance around naked after getting rid of your clothes.
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this is the silly sarcastic letter we had to write for english. huiyi and i constructed this letter. and what do we get? two small pieces of timeout. but as they say, it's better than nothing. just now i was at my aunt's barbacue. i had to use satay sticks as chopsticks since they forgot about the chopsticks. i nearly died of the haze and the smoke from the barbacue pit. but whereelse could i go? so i sat aside and observed how all of my aunt's friends giggled until they all tured bright red. they suddenly they started talking about foot reflex... something. and they had this pained expression on their faces as they described the process of this supposedly relaxing massage. i did not enjoy the barbacue. so take my advice. do not go to your aunt's barbacue unless your aunt knows how to stop people from talking about foot massages.
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