Uno dos tres cuatro ' stinko stinko ' seís

An uncle sat next to me this morning on the train.

Unfortunately. He brought with him a trail of destruction.

A pathological, biological damage only the most dangerous mothafuc*a could ever concoct.

Target: Balding man in his mid 40s clad in his oh-so-smelly white sleeveless shirt.

I have no idea why he was so stinko but one thing's for sure is he's a fishmonger or something.

And he sat next to me.

Yay.

Up, Up, Up We Go.

Played the reverse bungeeee at 1 am last night/this morning at clarke quay with birthday girl & vietnamese girl.

Guess what?

My super big p.i.m.p le burst opened with full force by itself, at the climax of the ride and left a gooey streak of red on my right cheek.

Fu*king hell.

Oh yeah the bungee is bloody fun. Pun seriously intended.