So I walked into this pub, see?
I sat my ass down.
And this fucker next to me said, "You know what I feel like eating right now?"
Me: What? Pussy?
Ar***: No lah, you fucker! I feel like eating Quaker Oats.
Me: You fucker! My q key is fucked la, motherfucker!
But Quaker oats does lower cholesterol.
A question comes to mind. Without going to my place with the bloody oaf, where does one find Quaker oats at this hour?
What are we doing here, stuck smack dab in the middle of the Malaysian dream?