Ladies, take note this posts contains juvenile male content.
You're in a bar. Waiting for a Malaysian who is obviously on Malaysia timing. The second beer is going down reluctantly. Drinking solo in a bar without a sports channel on OR woman who qualifies as Mighty Fine is annoying at best. Today, boredom added to the itch in my ass that I just could not get rid off.
Behind me, a thread of one of those faceless conversations catch my ear:
"That breast juicy man! Can eat whole day!"
"Eat? You just bite and suck like baby man!" (followed by raucous laughter)
"Breast where got taste la? I might as well eat my own! Skin is skin wat. Not like a woman's breast taste like tom yam!" (fuk man, don't ask me, i'm just recounting)
"Ya la farkerr, your breast taste like dog hair! Hahahahaha!
In my world, normality is a sin.