2035hrs, King Albert Park's Cold Storage.
Jamie & Fuzz were having an intelligent conversation on whether this huge piece of chicken sausage looked like a dick while choosing their diet bars.
Jamie: It looks yummy.
Fuzzy: No! It seriously looks like a dick. A limp dick.
Jamie: No, loh, I've been flashed twice and it doesn't look anything like it.
Fuzzy: Yeah lah. Actually. Then it's a nice dick!
At this point of time, this guy, about 20, swerved his entire body to look at the two girls. He had a what-the-fuck-are-these-chicks-talking-about look on his face.
He walked away, turning back a couple of times at the two girls who were hysterically laughing.
Correction. Fuzz was hysterically laughing. Jamie was shaking her head in shame.
Jamie keeps me insane. Thank God for her.
I love you woman. Even though you've got a purple toe, you're a Corrine May teenybopper, you can't sing to save you're life and you're so anal retentive it's not even funny.
mwah.