GUNKMAIL- LETTERS FROM A SINGLE GRINGA PILES UP UNNOTICED, UNANSWERED OR, IGNORED. LIKEWISE WITH HAIR. TOO MUCH BUILD-UP EQUALS (BINGO!) BAD HAIR DAY.
Hi. Me again. The gunkworm; pondering on life's sad businesses atop this great, big pile of festering GUNKMAIL that i have otherwise been contributing to.
Let me quote to you from Pumba's Guide to Stinky Living.
"I would get downhearted, every time that i farted... and it hurt when my friends never stood down-wind.."
Get it?
It's sunday, my husband is snoring away. My semi-autistic daughter has her eyes glued on sunday morning cartoons, and I am mindlessly pounding away on the keyboard. Got my plans laid-out for the 24th and 25th. We're blessedly having beef caldereta, southern fried chicken and buco-nata salad for our holiday dinner. We're spending the 25th at the beach, where all of us, including Malcolm the dog, will be feasting on pork barbeque and grilled ocean-dweller.
Do you know that I never once considered Ham and Queso de Bola must-haves for the Noche Buena table? As far as I know Ham is the least festive of all dishes, and Queso de fucking bola tastes atrocious. Like cartolina.
Yeah, i've tasted cartolina when i was a kid. No, wait! I was in highschool na pala that time.
God I miss my parents.
Whoee. That was brain interruption number 1. I better leave you hanging before I have another epiphany.
Ciao. Happy Holidays, Grinch (Joel) and Beached Whale(Minsi).
Beached Whale kasi you can't dive in the deep ever again diba? Mwah.
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