To the BATMOBILE
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Monday, January 05, 2009
Slightly hungover, throat sore, eyes tearing in protest from unremoved contacts, Butlerman slouches in a surprisingly uncomfortable position in his spoilt computer chair... and waits. He is, waiting of course, for one of three things to happen - 1) Sexy ladies to burst through his door in minimal clothing, 2) Some inspiration to conjure up a coherent piece of writing that a couple of people would enjoy reading (myself being one, in typical egoistical splendour) - this of course would be facilitated by various muses, hopefully in the form of sexy ladies bursting though the door in the above-mentioned attire, or more likely 3) His aching back and buttock region to dissolve into a soft painful putty-like blob. Instead, he makes do with the company of Doom and Gloom, unwelcome yet not unexpected guests in the once-beloved superhero's secret hideout. Fresh from witnessing the sound thrashing of his favourite football team, and with the release of the likely catastrophic IBDP results around the corner, there are funerals with bundles of optimism more than the Butler household. And then theres the subsequent fortnight's wait for NS - because every Singaporean male wants to run around the jungle playing Soldiers. Butlerman would also like to remind fans and friends in a friendly public service announcement that he would likely have to resort to keeping in touch with them via phone - in bid to maintain sanity and ward of encroaching homosexuality. Both of which could be easily addressed by sexy ladies bursting... If only MINDEF would take advice from superheroes. As the late night becomes early morning, Butlerman stifles a yawn, and conducts a thorough inspection on his rippling muscles in the mirror, and as he readies himself to visit the nonsensical universe of his dreams, he would like to tell Doom and Gloom to go f*ck themselves. But he would probably get beaten up. TO THE BATMOBILE. |
The Writer
highly confidential Martin Butler, or affectionally known to others as "Butler", "Butlerman", or just "Butt". -Most eligible bachelor of 2004-every year henceforth - step aside Mr.Clooney -Doesn't particularly enjoy much anymore having been desensitized as part of a cruel torturous regime a.k.a IB... -Dislikes everything he doesn't like... Nov 8th - Remember the date! MSN - butlerwantsu@hotmail.com (Add with caution) Archives
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