The Lost Shoe of The G
Tiu lor. My trendy yet comfy leather shoe is missing. I must have left it at the car park last Wednesday when I came home after futsal. I was tired. I have bags to carry, sweaty wet shirt, newspaper and shoes.
I must have left the leather shoe at the carpark after closing the tailgate of the car and walked up straight into the house forgotten about the shoe. Until yesterday morning, when I was about to leave for office, I looked for the shoe but to no avail. Man, thats a new shoe which was flown in from London. Arrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhh. Fuck. I wanna cry.
I curse, I curse, I curse the person who took the shoe. He who took and wear the shoe shall suffer from Hongkey foot or athlete’s foot or any other inflamation that would result to the amputation of the feet.

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