With the recent demise of Gooly's chor chor (great gramma), there have been bullets of questions about death spewing at 'armourless' me.
I would like to answer Gooly's queries with confidence..but..it's not like I have been dead before, you know..
Thus the following conversation:
"Who is gonna take out the organs from Chorchor's body? They will be rotten."
Err... Chor chor is not a(n) (Egyptian) mummy. So no need to remove.
"Who is coming to bring Chorchor to heaven?"
Err... God or maybe angels.
"How are they gonna look for chor chor? They are so many people.."
Err... they have GPS.
If I eschewed the ERRR..it would have been pretty convicing, right?
7 comments:
errr.. quite convincing.
next time you need to find me when i am gone, errr.. bring map ok? don't trust gps.
tuti..heheh.. yours is treasure map. Ur ass got marked X?
double xx. two asses right?
err... did you tell gooly he can email chorchor to ask how she's doing there?
Hey, God & his team of angels do keep up with the times, u know!
gargles, email then burn the computer ah?
-_-
mamapumpkin, teehee.. dunno got ppl supply techie magazines to them not..
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