Friday afternoon,after I came out of the school to mum's car after listening to the seniors how to build the starting point and ending point for our Rube Goldberg machine,mum dropped a bomb.Big one .No no no,I don't mean the kind of bomb they use in war!I mean news.
DAD JUST GOT ROBBED OF HIS CAR AND STUFF IN BROAD DAYLIGHT BY THREE PARANG-WIELDING MEN.
And she dropped it when I was slowly chewing a mouthful of tuna sandwich.I ended up accidentally spitting out the mouthful of sandwich into the sandwich wrapper,though it no longer looked like any kind of sandwich at all.
An hour later,bro came out of the school after Chinese Orchestra practice,and mum dropped the bomb on him.Bro ended up snorting,grunting,yelling swear words(think,"I'm gonna pulverize those @*#! to &%! if I ever see them so they know how it's like *insert all the swear words you know here*) and punching thin air on the way home and when mum went to the locksmith.
That day also ended up being the day dinner came at 10:00 p.m.,no big surprise I ended up going to sleep at 11:00 p.m,and I had to go to school on Saturday so I had to wake up at 5 in the morning.
Bro's still muttering swear words about the robbers.Better hope he stops soon or other people are going to think he's loony(by the way,I didn't know that knew that many swear words).
Poor father...
ReplyDeleteThe most important thing, your dad is safe, right?
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