September 2nd 2010

Slice of Life Thursday
Vegetable Soup…eww
Nothing much happened to me today, so forgive me if my story doesn’t make you ‘laugh your brain out’ as Steph says. I had just come back from a day of school and was instantly refreshed by the A/C in the lobby after spending five minutes in the stupid Panamanian heat.
I stepped into the elevator and pressed fourteen. The elevator stopped at P3 (parking 3) and a couple came in and pressed ‘one’. Are you kidding me? I thought. I really, really, really HATE it when somebody gets into the elevator to go up one or two floors. As fat and lazy as you are I think you can handle a few stairs Shamu. For those of you that weren’t here in sixth grade, weren’t in my class or just forgot I called my old bus monitor Shamu because she’s super fat. A lot has changed since then (like me moving into a cr*ppy apartment) so I am no longer on that bus so now any annoying fat person is deserving of the title Shamu.
After ten seconds Mr. and Mrs. Lazy-butt got out on their floor and I was again alone in the elevator. I rang the door-bell and Charlie opened the door. There was some family-wide argument going on about what was for dinner. (At this point in time I was expecting to go to Multiplaza). Apparently we were going to have this disgusting, nasty vegetable soup my mum made. The mere smell of it made me feel sick, never mind the taste.
This was the second the day that she tried to make vegetable soup, and like yesterday it was an epic fail. And like yesterday, I refused to eat it. So my mum made chicken-fried-rice, apparently I liked it because I was willing to eat it at Benihana. What my mum can’t grasp is that everything tastes great at Benihana, I bet if dead babies were on the menu it would taste great. Of course, the rice didn’t taste as good as Benihana’s.
My mum ended up using her secret weapon: ‘the horribly acted out fake-cry’. (*gasp*) It wasn’t fooling anybody of course, just like Charlie Sheen’s acting. (Zing!) She has used this pathetic ploy for about eight years now, it was the only way she could shove her sick concoctions down our throats. Charlie and Immi go along with it, but I have better things to do then to pretend that she was crying.
Sorry that my story today isn’t as long as my usual ones. For Shamu updates consult Dyvon. Below is my definition of redundant, seeing as lots of people want to know what I mean when I say it. It’s up to you to de-code it…and yes it is possible.
Wow, you actually believed me, I would of thought that you had better things to do then crack these stupid codes. You now officialy have no life.
You said that I wouldn't laugh, but you lied!!!
ReplyDeletenice max you always tell me that after the person get out and even if there is noone there
ReplyDeleteI can't help but laugh at all your posts! It's like you have something that when you write it sounds funny hehe your writing entertains me, keep it up! :)
ReplyDeleteHaha you didn't need to refer to my old comment Max. You made me sound mean :(, but other than that it was a good post! I agree with Isabella, that all of your posts are hilarious! Another great job done by Max.
ReplyDeletePS. Now I know that you read my comments! :D
You know Im beggining to expect the humor in your posts so when I saw that you said it wouldnt be as funny, i immediately smelled brands smit (reference to first two letters)
ReplyDeletejajaja Max...
ReplyDeleteIt doesnt need to be funny to begin with, it always ends up funny.. They DO serve dead babies in Benihana, they use them to grease up the table... Shhhhh secret...
Good job.