berch in da house

hello it is me the berch again.

just came home from a smashing grad night dinner where i stole all the headlines as usual. for the right reasons. Gosh that sam seng mr. chinks made us wait so long at the station before arriving in his dumb striped shirt. he claims it makes him taller but hah! do i, a 185 cm beefcake need such props?

as we sauntered into the ritz with my grunts cowering behind, collective gasps were heard as chiobus aplenty swooned as i brushed my perfectly tousled hair over my perfectly receding hairline. hanxu was eating his heart out as noone seemed to give a berch about his dyed hair while evryone started waxing lyrical about my full head of healthy hair.

i mean, its not as if I wanted to steal the limelight on graduation dinner, but I just had so much charm. You should have seen those female teachers drooling over my outfit....i bet they wished i wasnt in one in the first place.

while the ambience was great, the food left much to be desired. after much analysis, I, professor berch deduced that the stuff served comprised largely of kai's staple diet. namely his own shit. (Kai has received the Nobel Peace Prize for his unstinting efforts in conserving the environment by eating his own shit for his entire life.) In fact, the only edible bit was the bread which was cruelly massacred by the mingky and chingky towns.

i would also like to commend the powers that be for giving me such luck. after all, do i give a berch about the ipods digicams and tungstens? ok i do. i guess it isnt such a calamity if 104 and 105 comes out and i'm 106. nevertheless being the popular and jolly old berch that i am, many a friend from tables yonder came over to give me their condolences.

well the dinner came and went but i struggled to exit the hotel as my legions of fans such as pang, jiang, and yan devoured me.

tata for now while my keira gives me exotic thai massages.

berch in da house

hello it is me the berch again.

just came home from a smashing grad night dinner where i stole all the headlines as usual. for the right reasons. Gosh that sam seng mr. chinks made us wait so long at the station before arriving in his dumb striped shirt. he claims it makes him taller but hah! do i, a 185 cm beefcake need such props?

as we sauntered into the ritz with my grunts cowering behind, collective gasps were heard as chiobus aplenty swooned as i brushed my perfectly tousled hair over my perfectly receding hairline. hanxu was eating his heart out as noone seemed to give a berch about his dyed hair while evryone started waxing lyrical about my full head of healthy hair.

i mean, its not as if I wanted to steal the limelight on graduation dinner, but I just had so much charm. You should have seen those female teachers drooling over my outfit....i bet they wished i wasnt in one in the first place.

while the ambience was great, the food left much to be desired. after much analysis, I, professor berch deduced that the stuff served comprised largely of kai's staple diet. namely his own shit. (Kai has received the Nobel Peace Prize for his unstinting efforts in conserving the environment by eating his own shit for his entire life.) In fact, the only edible bit was the bread which was cruelly massacred by the mingky and chingky towns.

i would also like to commend the powers that be for giving me such luck. after all, do i give a berch about the ipods digicams and tungstens? ok i do. i guess it isnt such a calamity if 104 and 105 comes out and i'm 106. nevertheless being the popular and jolly old berch that i am, many a friend from tables yonder came over to give me their condolences.

well the dinner came and went but i struggled to exit the hotel as my legions of fans such as pang, jiang, and yan devoured me.

tata for now while my keira gives me exotic thai massages.