It's all because of...IT!
It was a perfect evening to sit on the verandah and absorb onself in a good book. There, she sat, with her legs propped up on the table. Buried behind those pink covers. Putting her book down occasionally, to, narrow her eyes, and glare maliciously at the brats screaming around like hooligans playing tag.
And then, suddenly, without warning, it happened.
She let out a small, soft burp.
And then, five seconds later, it happened again. This time, it was a deafening, outright, clearly reverberated burp that lasted a whopping 2 seconds. A gust of wind blew. A brat stopped in his tracks. He caught a sniff of the air. His face turned green.
She watched, with a grin. Chicken. Onions. Durian...yes...DURIANSS!
Ah, silent defeat. That should stop some unneccessary screaming now. But no. The brat, turned and ran towards his mum "Mummy i smell durian, I want some!!"
And again, it happened! She let out, yet another earth-shattering burp. This time, all eyes peeled the room for the culprit. Including that small brat. She sat, hiding behind those pink covers. She blames it on all those years of suffering from a compulsive disorder of shopping. Now, if they didnt have those nice little signs showing 50-70% off, she wouldnt be having constant panic attacks. They should list shopping as a cardiovascular activity, really. Because, if she didnt suffer so much panic attacks and heart problems, her gastro-endro-wateverthro system wudnt be so screwed up, and she wouldnt hafta suffer life as a walking burping machine. Then again, it could have just been the durians. It probably was. :p
And then, suddenly, without warning, it happened.
She let out a small, soft burp.
And then, five seconds later, it happened again. This time, it was a deafening, outright, clearly reverberated burp that lasted a whopping 2 seconds. A gust of wind blew. A brat stopped in his tracks. He caught a sniff of the air. His face turned green.
She watched, with a grin. Chicken. Onions. Durian...yes...DURIANSS!
Ah, silent defeat. That should stop some unneccessary screaming now. But no. The brat, turned and ran towards his mum "Mummy i smell durian, I want some!!"
And again, it happened! She let out, yet another earth-shattering burp. This time, all eyes peeled the room for the culprit. Including that small brat. She sat, hiding behind those pink covers. She blames it on all those years of suffering from a compulsive disorder of shopping. Now, if they didnt have those nice little signs showing 50-70% off, she wouldnt be having constant panic attacks. They should list shopping as a cardiovascular activity, really. Because, if she didnt suffer so much panic attacks and heart problems, her gastro-endro-wateverthro system wudnt be so screwed up, and she wouldnt hafta suffer life as a walking burping machine. Then again, it could have just been the durians. It probably was. :p
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