Peeps,

Wow guys. Doesn’t time seem to woosh by like a diarrhea? One moment sitting on your toilet bowl with a potent subtleness, the next big thing? There comes the organic flood.

Pik Piak Piaaaaaaaaaak Puk Piaaaak?

Be it blaming that yesterday’s curry. With the looming of yet another new year 2007, I took a revision back on splashmilk.com, while it has been already six running months of splashmilk’s lunacy. I was much regret on my dilly-dallying updates on this site. It’s not the fact that neither I’ve been an inconsiderable writer that has not been evermore conscious with my readers’ awareness and anticipations, nor has it been the superego braggadocio that doesn’t give a shit like devil may care?

It’s… It’s… It’s just that I’ve been busy sexing around with anything that moves!

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Okay! Fine!I lied! I’ve been a laggard! I gotta update. I keep saying it all the time. I keep saying I gotta start update more. It’s a perpetual failing bewitchment. And I just don’t have the time. Which uh..is just odd. Because I have the time to go out for dinner. And uh… watch “Desperate Housewives”. And get a bone density test. And uh.. try to figure out what my mobile number spells in words. I even have the time bumming on cloud of thought thinking:

“Why are our days are numbered in the first place? And not, say, lettered?”

You know, like “Hey, what day is today?”,“Oh! It’s the Q day of December!”.
Besides, we only have twenty-four alphabetical letters. And that makes me and you getting our salary six days earlier? Why not for the globally beneficial sake? Why not for the shoes fetish girlfriend(s) of yours?

Right guys? Hello? Yes? No?

I’m glad that I’ve finished designing the whole wordpress themes for splashmilk.com, I’m self-satisfied by the end-product from the numerous hair loss working on that nuts driving CSS, PHP and JAVA. This is my baddest post of the year- yet a meaningful one.

We loves splashmilk-don’t we? So here’s to 2007! Happy New Year! Go hyper! Go party, screw the lightbulbs and boggy till the break of dawn, drive safe and do those nasty with the plastic on, do the “Yeah Babe Yeah Uh!” with the rubber on. I shall see you next year, with lots of posts coming in the way ’cause I’m bringin sexy susu back!

Be it back to insanity, be it back overt.

^_*

MILK

Politics are not my kind of flavour… The taste’s too fermented. Yet, upon Michael Backman’s comment on Malaysia’s desiccating economic status quo? It interestingly stretched out among us like Mary Mallon.
Malaysia “Bodoh” instead of Malaysia “Boleh”? quoted by the potent columnist slash economist.

How true is he? And how’s our authorities’ responses to it?

Another controversial debates firing up across nations? Well well well … what says you?

Till then, back to insanity.

xxx

Now, on the other hand,

The girlfriend of a friend of mine adopted a Yorkshire Terrier puppy and lodged him in non-chalantly to the boyfriend’s residential. Little does she know, that the domain were long resided by the boyfriend’s house pet, the most antagonistic beast among the household! … a cat (?!?!)

Cat: (Hiss) So. The LARGE ONE has brought you to my domain, I see … I see. TSK! This will not bear long, I assure.You are not welcome here, Outlander.
Dog: Hi! My name’s Prince. What’s yours?
Cat: Remember well, ignorant one. The name’s MILKY !
Dog: Hey, cool name! I like that!
Cat: Really? Thanks … my LARGE ONE has this name when he … Wait a minute! You’re trying to deceive me! How dare you!
Dog: Huh? Excuse me? Do you have bones to chew?
Cat: Ahah! Playing dumb, aye? Well, I am on to your scheme, infiltrator. I am not falling to your trap! SUCKER !
Dog: So, then…you don’t have bones to chew ? Is that what I’m hearing? Oh … or maybe some milk to drink? Got any?
Cat: SILENCE!! (Roar Meow)
Dog: What? Not like you are a TIGER, mind you. I am not scared by your mere meows, love.
Cat: So what! This is my territory! Trespasser! Argh!
Dog: What’s that aweful smell? Is that your arse smell like … ? Wait! No need to answer! I shall find out for myself. Sniff Sniff.
Cat: You are boiling my activity level from wild, unbridled indifference to slight, nearly inperceptable annoyance. I have no keen patience, Outlander.
Dog: This seems like the best possible time to chase you for no reason whatsoever.
Cat: You bitch !!!
Dog: Bastard if you would like. I’m a male.
Cat: Go To Hell (Treatening with her claws)
Dog: Havent you watched “All Dogs go to heaven” ? Randy Biatch!
Cat: GrrrrRRrrRrrRrR !
Dog: OK! Chase time is over. Could you please wait for just a moment while I lick myself in the crotch?
Cat: On this we can agree. Let us both lick endlessly on our tasty gentials. Miaow!

MmmMMMm MmmmMm … Lick Lick …. MmmMMmm

Dog: Hey i like your licking style. Woof!
Cat: I like your move too. Miaow!

PEACE …. at the end of the day.

Verdict: We can learn so much from our domesticated animals. All of the world’s problems can be solved by having your genitals licked.