Gar. Your booty shivers me timbers.

I always liked my living hall simple. Minimal to the core. I only need what essential. A home theater system, a television (preferably cable television) and a coffee table which most probably will never have coffee on it. An extra bonus would be a nice rack of my DVD collections displaying. I would not complain if there is a 'rack' standing there forever lighting up the space too.


Recently the television that was repaired broke down again. I guess it's time to send it to television heaven, where the media doesn't give out anything but the truth .


What killing us is the other spare television -- a very old working Panasonic -- does not have the ports to connect the DVD player. It's an old model for fuck sake, there were never DVD/VCD/VHS invented for a 14 inch television that old. From a 29 inch to a 14 inch, you can tell that we are missing out on a lot of things. We used to see flies flying around in a film or so, now all we can see -- if we are lucky enough -- are Elizabeth Taylor's mole.


So my pirate mode yesterday was all going down the drain.


I usually call that pirate shopping. I've bought Ludacris's 5th album, Release Therapy. I've bought Clerks II and Hostel. I've bought Partition Magic Family Pack. I've bought a CD holder. I've bought a shirt. None of it are original.


Now bursting with long awaited ejaculated feel of watching Clerks II, I am left with a television with no opening for the insertion.


It's like you kidnapped an angel from St. Peter's Gate. All ready to ravish her lovely body you have been glancing at through the silk she's wearing. You ripped off her silk thread by thread, exposing every bit of her body, brushing the cold air. You begin to throw her around, bending her over and begin to spit on your cock. Only to realise, she's an angel. She has no sexual organ. No opening. All you see is a bush and snowy skin which looks like an extended ass.


If you had a gun, you would have pulled the trigger before you could shout, "FUCK!"