Heaven is a Halfpipe- OPM

haha i must blog about this!

once upon a time, on the bus 33, we had whiffs of the most horrid stench in the world (comparable to the rafflesia flower) coming from the Reggae Mama, an old hippie who lives in jaja's estate. however, besides smelling unpleasant, she had other quirky habits which included butt and croutch scratching, both of which i had the misfortune to witness.

now fast forward a few months to about 2 hours ago, when jaja and i encountered Reggae Mama again. she approached us for a cigarette while still carrying her infamous signature scent. and this time, we heard her speak.

IT WAS A MAN'S VOICE! holy craparoos.

she's a shim!

even though this analysis seems rather shallow, one has to experience Reggae Mama/Papa in order to fully comprehend such repulsive and conclusive thoughts.
:S

now most people think of heaven
they see those pearly gates
but I looked a little closer
and theres a sign says "do not skate"
so if you wanna come to my heaven
well we're all gonna have a ball
and everyone u know is welcome
cause we got no gates or walls singing..

I blogged @ 12:49 AM