When I heard that my Dad had become a fat bloke with moustache, well, I didn't really see why it couldn't happen. Before I left, he was still eating and eating and eating, always salivating when he sees anything with whipped cream as a topping, snacking after dinner and the likes. You see, I hadn't been in contact much with my sister since I arrived back in Malaysia, so this fat moustache dad story came from my Mom who constantly e-mails my sister.
| 10:42 PM) sheryl: | HAHAHAHHA badly photoshopped i know lol |
|---|---|
| (10:42 PM) sheryl: | mommy bought it man |
| (10:43 PM) sheryl: | we spent the whole nite laughing man lol |
| (10:43 PM) isabelle: | you're horrible mann |
| (10:43 PM) sheryl: | whattt papa ask me to do ittt |
| (10:43 PM) sheryl: | he was like gimme moustache |
| (10:43 PM) sheryl: | and he went like FATTER not fat enuff |
| (10:44 PM) isabelle: | HAHAHHA WHAT THE HELL! |
| (10:44 PM) sheryl: | at first there was no moustache |
| (10:44 PM) sheryl: | then he was like ..eh the moustache longer longer |
My mom has got to be the easiest person to con. His distorted right hand, and sharp left elbows didn't even raise suspicion to my mom. And that man is cuckoo. Cuckoo I'm telling you!!
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