What a beautiful night.
The content of this blogpost has nothing to do with its title.
What a beautiful night. My bathroom light is fixed. Fixed. After all these months. From the world's anticipation for the emergence of America's first Black President until the world's confusion over what has changed after voting for change. Ladies and gentlemen, my bathroom light is fixed.
Once upon a time a rat decided to bite on some cables (wires. something. don't know.)on the ceiling of my bathroom. I shall name him Bob. I'm certain it's a him because females are not that stupid. So the cable broke. And my bathroom light died. And Bob died. I had to rely on the my ventilation light+fan (very clueless about lights. I don't know what do you call one of these things.) instead. But Bob's body remained there. And when I on the ventilation fan, my whole room smells of Bob. So I chose to bathe in the darkness. Shit in darkness. Pee in darkness. See the world in darkness.
The only reason why my light is finally fixed is because of the Chinese New Year. Chinese dads think they can fix everything. Apparently not. Mine finally gave in and called for help. So the God of Prosperity visited my bathroom. And God said, let there be light: and there was light. Then the God of Prosperity left Bukit Jelutong RM160 richer. But all was good. Because God divided the light from darkness.
Anyway. I'm so happy. Because I can finally see the colour of my shit. I took a 30 minute shower just now because I wanted to appreciate the light. A piece of heaven has fallen and landed in my bathroom. I have found refuge in my bathroom. I am now a devoted Bathroomist. We all leave this world the way we have entered it - empty and naked. As a Bathroomist, my bathroom is, of course, my world.
The content of this blogpost has nothing to do with its title.
What a beautiful night. My bathroom light is fixed. Fixed. After all these months. From the world's anticipation for the emergence of America's first Black President until the world's confusion over what has changed after voting for change. Ladies and gentlemen, my bathroom light is fixed.
Once upon a time a rat decided to bite on some cables (wires. something. don't know.)on the ceiling of my bathroom. I shall name him Bob. I'm certain it's a him because females are not that stupid. So the cable broke. And my bathroom light died. And Bob died. I had to rely on the my ventilation light+fan (very clueless about lights. I don't know what do you call one of these things.) instead. But Bob's body remained there. And when I on the ventilation fan, my whole room smells of Bob. So I chose to bathe in the darkness. Shit in darkness. Pee in darkness. See the world in darkness.
The only reason why my light is finally fixed is because of the Chinese New Year. Chinese dads think they can fix everything. Apparently not. Mine finally gave in and called for help. So the God of Prosperity visited my bathroom. And God said, let there be light: and there was light. Then the God of Prosperity left Bukit Jelutong RM160 richer. But all was good. Because God divided the light from darkness.
Anyway. I'm so happy. Because I can finally see the colour of my shit. I took a 30 minute shower just now because I wanted to appreciate the light. A piece of heaven has fallen and landed in my bathroom. I have found refuge in my bathroom. I am now a devoted Bathroomist. We all leave this world the way we have entered it - empty and naked. As a Bathroomist, my bathroom is, of course, my world.
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good stuffs, as usual - the part about yr bathroom.
and at least u din go into details about yr faeces - like how u did abt the little malay boy's in a few post earlier!!!
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