The kids and the hub had taken over all my PCs. There is nothing left but the TV. Night time is not a good time for reading either. My poor Astro subscription has nothing to offer except boring travel show, even boring-er documentaries and fatally boringest sports.
So, I chanced upon Manhunt on Channel V.
Kid number 2 screamed – Goodness sake, change the channel!
Kid number 3 yelled – You got boyfriend (meaning my hubby la) already, why do you want to see other men?
I replied – The same reason why papa watched American Top Models. Just to see only, cannot ah?
Number 3 – But these are so gay. (heh, not my fault, blame it on TV/media. He can sing Weird Al Yankovic : We’re all gay (Backstreet Boys). Tell me you have heard of Weird Al? Ain’t nothing but a buttache, ain’t nothing but a fruitcake….)
Me – Ok, then, give me back my laptop.
Number 3 – Ok, ok, never mind…(continue with his game)
So, tell me if you have a problem with guys competing in a modelling show? They stripped down to their underwears in a
dessert desert and then, changed into white Calvin Klein boxers. Arggh….my heart, my heart. (grasps pounding heart)
I wish I am a sky-diving instructor. Then, they will be tied to me, parachuting, screaming and clutching to me. Oh my, I need another cold drink.
This is mine, all mine. Kevin’s the name. Don’t anyone steal him. Go find your own. There are 16 of them. Heh, you know how it is so acceptable that old, lecherous men can get their dirty paws on young chicks but it is so perverted if some old women start talking about young hunks? Yeah, I know how you feel. Your hairs are standing on ends and you are beginning to wonder if you should stop stalking this blog.
Fear not, this is only a joke. And also to turn the table, once in a while. 😛