haruba

jamaica...ooo i wanna take ya'.

but you'll end up in the washroom. or like me, burping the taste of an ocean. or like them (BEEs, Jeemy, and loi)...sleeping on the restaurant couch, burping inside...outside...all around... EVERYWHERE, and sleeping on my couch. we're always like this after we go out to dinner together, why why why?

*BuRp*

there was this man, outside of the restaurant, all with his "hmmmaaahhhhhh. pause. ohhhahhhhhhh" all the way to his car. the sounds coming from this man could mean many things:

• he loved sushi. and sushi loved him back SO MUCH it was orgasmic.
  
• he hated sushi, and the two women he came with forced him to eat it, and now he was paying for the need of a booty call.
  
• he needed a puffer, and badly.

being the concerned asthmatics and friends of asthmatics, we were inclined to ask if he was ok. but he kept on going, right on by us, with the "hmmmaahhhhhhh. pause. ooooohhhhhhaaaaaahhhh"

dude needed a puffer.

i'm a dork and forgot my camera this evening. so, there will be no funny pictures of sleeping filipinos in front of a table of raw fish. ah well, you have an imagination, use it! otherwise you were there, and know exactly what we looked like, didn't i say don't get rice? right. listen next time!

CSI kicked ass and so did ER.

*BuRp*