It’s been a week since Simon a.k.a Sylar a.k.a Eggguy a.k.a Sissymon left our dearly beloved Malaysia for greener pastures across uncharted territories. Yes, the man goes by many names. But a person with many names does not necessarily mean he will be given alot of parties.
Only one party would do. In fact, this would be the party to end all parties.
Ladies and gentlemen. May I humbly present to you…
*drumrolls*
…THE ZOMGWTFBBQ!!
If you ever do get the impression that this party has mainly all guys, most (if not all) of
whom have been single AND are still single and also very much available, you are most certainly wrong.
We are certainly different from the other parties. Like for example, the moment our guests
arrived, they shouted, ”WHAT THE FARK (hence the WTF), no tables and chairs…no grill
also??”
Of course, planning a BBQ party isn’t as simple as it sounds.
Leaving a guy to do a girl’s job is something that I do not strongly recommend. In this case,
3 guys…who have absolutely no idea what the hell does the Z in front of the OMGWTFBBQ stands for.
We practice absolute cleanliness. We even believe in washing our steak with detergent to rid them of dirty bacterias and germs.
I think we deserve a pat on our backs, do we now?
In fact, that green substance looks kinda radioactive. Uh, I hope you guys are alright?
Cutting chicken wings under the sun. Now ain’t that a sight for sore eyes.
Quick, everyone give Brian a pat on his back for effort!
*pats Brian on his back*
Now back to the party.
Yes, starting a fire is definitely a man’s job. Who needs a lighter when you have Simon around?
ROFL. Qi-gong it seems. Whatever else could we think of next? Simon shooting laser
beams from his eyes? What a load of shiat.
Then again, maybe we can.
Hey, we’re the boss. Whatever we want Simon to do, he CAN do. Yes, that means he can even fly and survive a nuclear explosion clad only in his underwear…if we wanted to.
What’s on the menu? Fried nugget sticks that taste bloody good! In fact, I wouldn’t mind just eating this for dinner, provided we have like 5-6 more plates filled with it.
Our BBQ party rocks. We serve only the most value-for-money food available!
I personally would like to apologize for gobbling down nearly a plate of it by myself. I’m sorry, I am only human. I know I should have resisted, but I couldn’t.
Well, that should explain the fact that most of you did not even notice the nugget sticks.
Moving on!
We relinquish the prospect of being able to re-live our younger days. In what way better to do so other than to play musical chair while eating?
Sadly, got chair but no music. So that can only mean one thing. No musical chair game.
Note to self: Next time, assign someone to look after the food at the BBQ pit!
Yeap, you could’ve guessed it by now. We taruh all the food on the BBQ pit and left to
continue our chatter elsewhere. Sorry lah, we don’t have waiters or sexy waitresses here lah. It’s a ZOMGWTFBBQ party, not just a normal BBQ party.
Four muskateers prisoners of Damansara Jaya. What a bloody coincidence. Suddenly I felt as though I was part of a boy-band.
You see this meatball here? Well, it wasn’t originally a meatball. It was a Ramli burger pati
squashed up beyond recognition. We had forgotten to keep it frosted and it got all soggy and
mashed up that it was almost like a pile of shit. Literally.
But thanks to Joshua’s creativity, we all manage to enjoy this brilliantly crafted, stupendously delicious albeit disgusting…mini Ramli meatballs!
That’s our football team right there. Simon can easily dribble past all of us and turn every single one of us inside out until we all become pening. Yes, he is able to do that…without the ball.
What, you think he superman?
After the party, Simon even treated us to some soothing saxophone sounds from his beloved
saxophone, Goldie. (Is that his name ah Simon?)
It was damn loud, much louder than I thought it would be, that even the neighbours began
peering out of their windows and asking us to SHUT UP.
But we don’t care. We’re the boss for the day, correct?
And that concludes the ZOMGWTFBBQ party! Up till now, I still do not know what the Z
stands for, but since everyone is using it, I’ll use it too lah.
Note: For those of you having monitor with low resolution or very dark colour contrast, the
black patch is actually Vishnu.
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