Crawldaddy does the Istana Part II

Hmm.

Let's try something else*

*WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CONTENT HAS BEEN RESTRICTED TO THOSE WHO ARE 18 AND ABOVE. IF YOU ARE BELOW 18, AND WISH TO READ THE FOLLOWING CONTENT, YOU MAY DO SO AT YOUR OWN RISK. IN FACT WHO GIVES A DAMN ANYWAY? JUST READ IT, BUT DON'T BE SURPRISED IF YOU ARE DISGUSTED AT THE END OF THE DAY... DISGUSTED BUT AMUSED, AT THAT. FYI THE BELOW CONTENT IS ALSO FICTION... SO DUN GO YABBERING TO YOUR BEST PAL ABOUT... UH BEST THING JUST DUN SAY ANYTHING LAH OK...


C: 'So, madame First Lady, are you happy your husband has been re-elected as our nation's classic figurehead?'

Mrs P: 'Huh? You have to shpeak up, boy... the amount of false applause from those gahmen people has temporarily deafened me'

C: 'uh, anyway, (increases voice level) your husband says your cooking sucks, what do you have to say to that?'

Mrs P: 'He WHAT???? You tell that lousy idiot from now on he can cook his meals himself.. wait they've got that lovely french guy who does all our meals... pity he's a fruitcake or he'll make a nice meal himself'

C: 'righty-oh... and what plans do you think your husband has in store for the country?'

Mrs P: 'He's just a damn figurehead.. he used to be of use, you know. Now all he does is smile and kiss little babies (so cute) and shake people's hands and go to fancy dinner parties where they do have very good cocktails, but I suppose with great resposibility comes great power'

C: 'you mean with great power comes great responsibility'

Mrs P: 'huh? Uh whatever lah, dear, and do you know? I once knew that lovely Agnes Kuan'

C: 'You mean.. uh nevermind, tell me more, please'

Mrs P: 'Oh, I met him once before he ever thought of entering the Presidential Erection, but I guess it's all a men's issue as to whether they're really eligible, no?'

C: 'I'm not sure what you mean.. Madame First Lady.. an elaboration, please?'

Mrs P: 'He invited me backstage because it was an awards presentation, and then he flashed at me his.... his... you know, 'bullet' and asked me whether I thought he could be able to match my husband for the title'

C: 'and what did you reply to him?'

Mrs P: 'Oh, I just ran away, because I was sooooooooooooo embarrassed, but you know, boy, that guy could have beaten my hubby flat just with his bullet!'

C: 'Holy crike, must've been whoppin'!'

Mrs P: 'I have no idea, but when he pulled that thing out and asked me that question.. I think he must have wanted an answer really bad, and he even followed me with that thing hanging out until my bodyguards told him to pack it in or risk getting thrown out of the door.'

C: 'Must've been weird, huh?'

Mrs P: 'It sure was weird, but it was so cool to finally se another man's dick instead of the same old thing every night'

C: 'Uhh... righty-oh... and just one final question, who do you think they'll ask to be the girl on "Whell Of Fortune Singapore" now Eunice has gone and become an MP?'

Mrs P: 'I hope they'll ask Brad Pitt'

C: 'uhh.. Brad Pitt's a man.'

Mrs P: 'SO? We women deserve to have some eye candy once in a while right? I mean sly is such a turn-off, and Taufik's almost too gay to be allowed. Noticed how they're ALWAYS together one?'

C: 'Yes.. I know what you mean... but thank you for your time.. and i hope your wish will come true!'

Mrs P: 'Yes, dear boy, now scurry off because I want to take a crack at that french chef of ours... '


Cheers,

Crawldaddy