Supper kills

They fed me with,

8 wings, 1 whole portion of stingray and 19 satays.

They said,

There is a black hole in my stomach.

I'm not trying to waste food. But neither do I want to miss them. So I gobbled it all, and saved the night. I say, "No more food for you, Michelle!"

Ah, save that sentence for tomorrow.




HAPPY belated HALO-WEEN! :D