The Language of the Hoo-Hoos

ok Z's happily married and my aunt's peacefully buried. i sound insensitive but you see, i spent the entire night trynna mourn or feel something except vacant. i'm still vacant just by the way. and cranky too because i can't get over the fact that NOBODY woke me up yesterday morning at the most crucial hour. bitches and fags.

anyways, i have come up with something last night after sitting in another fun-filled, jam-packed with excitment session with the Roxy Baduts. (i swear to god, stting with them kills my brain cells faster than years hooked on marijuana).my own theory on guys. there are two types of guys in this world: those who think they're sexually adept and goes around being a loud-hailer about it and those who believe in the showing rather than the telling of it. they're like the guys who don't stink up the elevator with their Hugo Boss cologne. i don't like anything that's vulgar to my nose, thank you very much. and therefore my anwser to the Who Do You Think Is The Sexiest Local Guy? question is and will always be Abang AKA Rizal Giler.