Last night was killer.
Stra Pocha. I've had it before (Takeaway) but this time.. it was unfuckingbelieveable. Ie. Face sweating like a whore working over time.
So we got the Pocha plate and me + Jongman +Raymond pretty much died. Well I did.
After that we hit hot dogs and milk sodas. Fuck yeh. My stomach still hurts 20 hours later.
Here is our story.
Timbo was tired, tired as fuck. His mind was fatiguing from doing nothing, he slept on his sister's bed (Don't ask) and was awoken by slight taps on his feet. He woke up to see silhouettes of his friends, Jongman and Raymond. They got him up and told him that they were going to get some dinner. Timbo agrees and asks his mum (Like all good kids do) So they roll out and jump into Raymond's car. A nice maroony Honda Accord Euro. They drove to Henry's house whilst pumping some random RnB mix. Then just abo-
*Missing Reel, sorry for the inconvenience, please wait for staff to assist*
So there sat in front of Timbo, the plate of Pocha chicken, beads of sweat slipped down his face as the chicken glistened from the flourescent lighting above. The steam from the sauce rising and the wift of chilli-as-fuck chicken. Timbo lifted his chopsticks with doubt... Would this be worth all the hype? He thought to himself..
*Missing Reel, Look at images.*
Timbo400 dying and going pale... T___T
/timbo400.
Stra Pocha. I've had it before (Takeaway) but this time.. it was unfuckingbelieveable. Ie. Face sweating like a whore working over time.
So we got the Pocha plate and me + Jongman +Raymond pretty much died. Well I did.
After that we hit hot dogs and milk sodas. Fuck yeh. My stomach still hurts 20 hours later.
Here is our story.
Timbo was tired, tired as fuck. His mind was fatiguing from doing nothing, he slept on his sister's bed (Don't ask) and was awoken by slight taps on his feet. He woke up to see silhouettes of his friends, Jongman and Raymond. They got him up and told him that they were going to get some dinner. Timbo agrees and asks his mum (Like all good kids do) So they roll out and jump into Raymond's car. A nice maroony Honda Accord Euro. They drove to Henry's house whilst pumping some random RnB mix. Then just abo-
*Missing Reel, sorry for the inconvenience, please wait for staff to assist*
So there sat in front of Timbo, the plate of Pocha chicken, beads of sweat slipped down his face as the chicken glistened from the flourescent lighting above. The steam from the sauce rising and the wift of chilli-as-fuck chicken. Timbo lifted his chopsticks with doubt... Would this be worth all the hype? He thought to himself..
*Missing Reel, Look at images.*
Timbo400 dying and going pale... T___T
/timbo400.
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