Those Aren’t Fighting Words, Dear
posted by MrTan @ 2:37 PM
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Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
Buffets!
The Line @ Shangri La
Spice Brasserie @ Plaza Parkroyal
Aquamarine @ Marina Mandarin
Carousel @ Royal Plaza On Scotts
Cafebiz @ Traders
Olive Tree @ Hotel InterContinentalp>
Dinner pour deux
Cliff @ The Beaufort
Oosh @ Dempsey
Pier Eleven @ Marina South
Garibaldi @ Purvis Street
The Sun with Moon Japanese Dining & Cafe @ Chijmes
Desserts ooh la la!
Outback Steakhouse @ Millenia Walk
Trattoria Lafiandra @ Prinsep
Swiss Baeckerei @ Frankel
My blog is worth $1,693.62.
How much is your blog worth?
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