Bongo Fury
There I was, 6000+ miles away from home, rooming with my Gracious Host in the lovely land of Korea. It was about 6pm, and I was attempting to take a nap, as I've been worn out by a week of pork products, buying clothes and knicknacks from street vendors, and generally having an awesome time. But I needed my sleep. I gave up the opportunity to get what i like to call MAGIC CORN DOGS (you have to yell it in a gleeful fashion) in order to get a little extra. Hopefully I've established how serious this need was. Ok? Ok.
So there I was, napping peacefully, comfortably. The room was cool, the bedding was soft, the pillow was fluffy. Then...
the BONGOS STARTED.
Yes.
Right across the hall, some nimrod decided that they would get in a little BONGO PRACTICE. If they try it again, I swear I'm going to buy a friggin accordion and serenade the bastard with a rendition of These Boots Were Made for Walking. I've never played the accordion in my life, but I feel certain that my skill far eclipses that of the BootLicking Bongoist. Seriously, it was like two halves of different natives attempting to play the same thing at the same time. Not only was it loud, it was also completely devoid of anything resembling a beat.
I am bitter.
So bitter.
And so full of pork.
Which makes it ok, I guess.
So there I was, napping peacefully, comfortably. The room was cool, the bedding was soft, the pillow was fluffy. Then...
the BONGOS STARTED.
Yes.
Right across the hall, some nimrod decided that they would get in a little BONGO PRACTICE. If they try it again, I swear I'm going to buy a friggin accordion and serenade the bastard with a rendition of These Boots Were Made for Walking. I've never played the accordion in my life, but I feel certain that my skill far eclipses that of the BootLicking Bongoist. Seriously, it was like two halves of different natives attempting to play the same thing at the same time. Not only was it loud, it was also completely devoid of anything resembling a beat.
I am bitter.
So bitter.
And so full of pork.
Which makes it ok, I guess.
coughed this up at 5:21 AM
3 El Commentos:
You two guys gotta stop being sooo d... full of pork!
Sentences like "So full of chicken" and "So full of pork" makes me crazy...
In my head the expressions keep repeating... I don't know what it is, but it just stick to my brain... as if it's the only phrase I can say in English...
besides... so disturbing with all the animal-related thoughts, constantly spinning in my head...
and not only that, it also makes me jealous... I wanna be full of meat too!!!
VRÆÆÆL! hulk! piv!
End of comment...
Pork!... hmmm, I guess that's the beauty of Korea:-)
You know what would be soooo worse than These Boots Were Made For Walking?
The Monster Mash.
That is the best comment I have ever seen...
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