12:05am - midnight silliness

elaine: what's that lazy animal that we read about again?
iris: i'm not telling you...cuz i know you'll just call me that.
elaine: A WOMBAT! you're a WOMBAT!
iris: "i don't like evil people...and that's why i'm going to put my foot on your pillow...and rub it."

if i could vote for the world's worst restaurant, it would be a restaurant in my own household. It has no name. We only know it as "Dad's restarant", but obviously other people cannot call it that unless they are related to my dad. Fat worm.

So one day I was sleeping and for some weird reason daddy decided to DELIVER me breakfast instead of calling me down to make myself a ham sandwhich. The night before we had Chinese roast beef for dinner, and dad thought it was a good idea to put the beef in a sandwhich.

So he did.

There was also lettuce and ketchup in it. Beside the sandwich there was a chocolate wafer (only one) and a bunny candy. He also served me Horlicks that was very watered down and tasted like nothing. He said I owed him 5.75 so he wrote me a receipt. The next day I went to his restaraunt again and I ordered the same thing but this time he didn't charge me any money.

big sister here - also affectionately known as "butterball".

when i found out about this so-called "restaurant", i asked fat worm whether i could make reservations for tomorrow morning. fat worm replied: "no. my restaurant has one table only. for one customer. there is only one cook! I cannot cook for more than one person!"

*i rolled my eyes and "HMMMMed!" in his face*

he finally surrendered: "i guess you can 'dap toy' with wormball/little farting bear".

the end.