The Fat Spencer's Gym

Kyong, my previous tenant in Msia, dropped by my dwelling in the morning.
The impression of him was that he has the robustious looks, and indeed the present man is still a knotty and churlish man.
First thing first, the first remark was "what the f***, you so fat now."
"ahem. ahem. i not very fat lo."
"f*** la, u very fat man, haha, last time you small cute cute one, now so fat, what the f*** u eat"
"nothing much la, and... dont keep saying that word."
"what f***ing word?"
"i meant f***."
"orh, ok la, i always say like dat one. haha. big fat boy already, when the f*** u going army?"
"soon."
"orh, you take the f***ing gun and shoot the bad f***ers, good hor."
I remembered i smirked. maybe sneered. i have forgotten.
"haha, where the f*** you now study now?"
"singapore."
"f*** la haha, i mean the school."
"hcjc."
"orh haha, what the f*** is that? next time you must learn f***ing learn drive a car arh."
"why?"
"because you can bring ur f*** car to my garage la."
Dont worry, i will not.
"haha, f*** la i go now. remember call me when you come msia arh"
I murmured f*** in my heart.

You've invigorated me.
You've revitalised me.
Like a stubby of Carlsberg, small but adequate and satisfying.
From flaming rows to juicy gossips,
a confidant that never enfeebles but only strengthens me.
We colluded one another to prank Lee Dehai.
We rose above despite all difficulties.

Darn sia, this sounds so obsessed with homosexuality.
But who cares, the sovereignity of brotherhood lies above all.
Happy bdae Nelsonn.
May you practise monogamy in the future.

*You now owe a birthdae present.

The legend of immortality.
Seriously do you infidels miss the action and homosexuality here?
Fettered by tons of work and the assault of trojans, blogging seems like a real difficult option.

A month of tremor.
Read this, and recite it.
A month of tremor.
Please, do not lurch me in the dark.