Butt Watchers Society
(note: sorry for the many many variety of societies and names. We're just too creative you see. :D:D:D)
Lately, a butt has been complaining a lot to our society. Because our society is in charge of the welfare of butts, we have decided to take in this case and help solve the problem.
A day in the life of a poor poor miserable butt
6.30am: Butt is being dragged out of bed, sometimes being bumped by the owner on the stairs down the bed.
6.40am: Butt faces his terrible fate of facing the golden throne first thing in the morning.
7.10am: Butt has to get suffocated by owner by sitting on the bus for 25 to 30 minutes.
7.40am: Butt faces the cold hard chair. Squashed there for approximately 3 hours (that is if owner has no break).
11am: Butt gets the freedom to look around the world, but only for 5 minutes. Butt has to face another hard chair.
12pm: Butt owner has to get back to class again. That means, another 3 hours of COLD, HARD, BLUE CHAIR!
3pm: The owner, rather sacrificing her butt than her legs, sits again. (ahh, the agony of the butt facing but yet another chair)
4pm: Getting sore, there was another tool of torture - the seat of the bus. The pain, the suffering... for another 1 hour and 10 minutes.
5.10pm: The butt gets off the bus, then only to the comfy, cosy, dark blue sofa of the owner. *......ahhhhh.......*
The Butt Watchers Society has decided to compensate the butt by, erhm, sponsering the owner a pillow so that she can bring it to college to sit on it so not to torture her poor poor butt anymore.
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Hmm... Sorry for this really boring post, too tired and sleepy. If we went swimming today, I would have probably went to the baby pool and slept there. Hahaha... OH Yeah, I didn't know I am playing piano tomorrow... :P Got a really big shock when Sarah called me just now. Hehehe... Blur blurly answered her "Huh??? I'm playing tomorrow??!" :P:P:P This is what happens to girls (namely me) when they go to college and lack sleep. Aih aih... 'tis terrible isn't it? :P:P:P
Goodnite! Sweet dreams... :):):) God bless.
Lately, a butt has been complaining a lot to our society. Because our society is in charge of the welfare of butts, we have decided to take in this case and help solve the problem.
A day in the life of a poor poor miserable butt
6.30am: Butt is being dragged out of bed, sometimes being bumped by the owner on the stairs down the bed.
6.40am: Butt faces his terrible fate of facing the golden throne first thing in the morning.
7.10am: Butt has to get suffocated by owner by sitting on the bus for 25 to 30 minutes.
7.40am: Butt faces the cold hard chair. Squashed there for approximately 3 hours (that is if owner has no break).
11am: Butt gets the freedom to look around the world, but only for 5 minutes. Butt has to face another hard chair.
12pm: Butt owner has to get back to class again. That means, another 3 hours of COLD, HARD, BLUE CHAIR!
3pm: The owner, rather sacrificing her butt than her legs, sits again. (ahh, the agony of the butt facing but yet another chair)
4pm: Getting sore, there was another tool of torture - the seat of the bus. The pain, the suffering... for another 1 hour and 10 minutes.
5.10pm: The butt gets off the bus, then only to the comfy, cosy, dark blue sofa of the owner. *......ahhhhh.......*
The Butt Watchers Society has decided to compensate the butt by, erhm, sponsering the owner a pillow so that she can bring it to college to sit on it so not to torture her poor poor butt anymore.
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Hmm... Sorry for this really boring post, too tired and sleepy. If we went swimming today, I would have probably went to the baby pool and slept there. Hahaha... OH Yeah, I didn't know I am playing piano tomorrow... :P Got a really big shock when Sarah called me just now. Hehehe... Blur blurly answered her "Huh??? I'm playing tomorrow??!" :P:P:P This is what happens to girls (namely me) when they go to college and lack sleep. Aih aih... 'tis terrible isn't it? :P:P:P
Goodnite! Sweet dreams... :):):) God bless.
posted by Mei Yii at 10:30 PM
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