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Benzgasm

A combination of phenomenally intense feeling of pleasure due to excessive contact with Benz

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Uggghhhh

I can’t stand it. Our new helper a.k.a. witch is making my blood run out of my ears. Staying with her in one roof is not funny anymore. Let me give you an idea why I HATE her (Big Time!)
- She doesn’t know how to flush the freakin toilet (even if we remind her thousand of times already…hopeless!)
- Don’t know how to use the bloody fork (yeah, she only eat using a spoon. Quite a talent she has there eh?)
- She has this weird habit of talking to her self (Scary!)
-She likes to give everyone a piercing look for no particular reason (Total Madness!)
-She likes to sing and boy I have to tell you she is definitely not giving a good performance.
- This list can go on and on. I better stop. This is all non sense. *sigh*

  1. Blogger JEP | 12:23 PM |  

    Yeah, I think I know what you are going through. We once had a maid who I suspected wasn't quite right on the head. She had this weird smile always and would talk to herself. Stranger still, we never saw her eat at the table. My sister was telling me maybe she was an aswang and she flies at night to hunt for little kids like me. So I would run away whenever she comes near me. Hahaha. (as it turns out she eats inside her room).

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