Phew.

Another rm26 down the drain and I’ve never felt so relieved.

(But still.. cilaka that anjing kurap who took my LRT pass with rm25 still in it.)

My saviour this time comes in the form of bottled gel that smells of clorine. (Sorry, little fishies. Again.)

Good stuf!

Drano Drano Drano.. hrmm.. sounds like a Spanish casanova-type kkj.

Anyways, I got it from Ace Hardware Store (one of my fave hunts to get random stuf. even can buy those colourful kitchy gadgets u can scoop icecream in style, dude.) <3

Sigh. I hearts hardware stores…

Clogged kitchen sinks always remind me of this one time when I suggested to my FatBitchCousin to get a liquid declogger instead of a plumber so she can save some money.

She, as always, would look me in the most cynical dramatic disbelief like I just told her to shove some used tampon-bazookas up her ass/mouth/whatever(looks the same) since she’s so bloody pretentious and abhorrent.

She even dared to tell me better to call a plumber so at least *we* got some guy to gawk at. wtf

Fuckin’ disgusting fat desperate Oompah Loompah slob. Wait. My English teacher will kill me with that urr.. phra.. adjectival phrase? whatthefuckadingding.

What was it already? The train in Spain will arrive very soon. Urrm… Ah, fuck it.

Put a cork in it, bunch of yapping bitches.

Geez.