Nothing pisses me off more than having to wait on hold, then the background thing playing is Ross yapping away in his pseudo UK wannabe accent.
I’m sure he is a nice guy and all that, I JUST CAN’T STAND HIS VOICE ON THE RADIO Z0MG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111111
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If you’ve been reading this blog regularly since 2005, you may remember the two Ikea rats that starred in my animal pr0n production. Wally is still with me. I gave one rat to Kim for her birthday, and kept the other one.
The morning after I came back from Singapore, I was waiting to take Ryan to play school. I spotted my rat in the living room, and took it up. Ryan saw me and WAILED. Apparently sometime during the couple of days that I was away, the rat became his. “Babyshu”, he claimed.
Next day I was chatting with my sis on Gtalk for a bit, and she told me that Ryan was lugging the rat around. “He loves it,” she said.
So yesterday I was minding Ryan for a bit, and I convinced him to return the rat to me. It was easy, actually — just force him to choose between cartoons or rat, milk or rat, going out or rat.
This morning while chatting with sis:
Me: Hehehe I got my rat back!
Sis: Oh no wonder when I asked him where was the rat, he looked so sad.
Saja lah. I don’t need the rat. It’s just funny to rile the kid up.

















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