She’s OOOOOLD. It’s a zero-year and it ain’t 20 or 30. OK, so yesterday my grandma would have been 100 if she hadn’t passed away eariler this year, so 40 isn’t that old comparatively. In any case, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Oh, and see the comments of yesterday’s post to find out the stories my sister told. Actually, they weren’t bad ones. One was about how I was walking down the street (on the way to buy pr0n from a vending machine, lonely and depraved guy that I am) and the gods sent some construction workers to keep me from straying the path of purity and light. They were drunk and one of them was in a mood to fight any random person walking down the street, I guess. He ran across the narrow street, shoved me in a ditch, and then started beating on me after I got out.
The second story is funnier. One of my female co-workers lived in military apartments nearby and I told her I saw all the people putting out their laundry. A few days later she came by my desk at work with a serious look on her face and when I asked her what was up, she asked for her underwear back. Some much more perverted guy stole her underwear from the clothesline on her balcony and she thought it was me. Look, I had a few buddies from the Japanese military and if nothing else, they were pretty darn buff. I’m not messing with them. I also told her that if I wanted women’s underwear, I’d just go and buy it. Maybe that’s not the point…
By the way Thuy’s stories are even LESS accurate.