MFEO and testicular connections.

It will be officially 3 years in a month’s time. Sometimes I wonder how we could stand each other for 3 whole years considering we see each other almost everyday, do everything together almost all the time but yet still manage to miss each other while at work.

Today is one of those days that I do know why. We were having steamboat for dinner. It was drizzling most of the day and nothing beats steaming soup with assorted goodies to warm up the belly on a cold, damp night.

Yummy.
Yummy.

On the way back, we had a bit of a bickering and then we made up and we started to shower each other with compliments and talked about how great a couple we are.

Me: We’re MFEO* like dick to an asshole. I’m the dick and you’re the asshole.

Him: No, we’re MFEO like testicles. I’m the big fertile ball and you’re the one with blanks that keeps me company.

And then we laughed, hugged and kissed.

I mean seriously, where on earth can I find another man with that sick sort of humour?

*refers to MFEO (made for each other), the song by Kavana…a one hit wonder back in the late 90s.

Birdshit Mobile

That’s the new name of my car. My boo gave it to her.

I can’t really remember. It could be 7 or 8 weeks that I haven’t washed it. It’s not me…it’s the rain. Why wash the car when you’ve got rain everyday. Nature is the best cleaner aye.

Not so keen on the bird droppings though. The damn poops are crazy stubborn!

Sometimes these days, I would freak out thinking my car has been stolen, except that it’s not stolen. It’s right where it was parked, kept warm by a layer of dusts…giving it a new shade of silver.

Birdshit Mobile. Rolls off the tongue like butter.