Nothing beats McDonald’s apple pie as a late night, early morning supper.
As I sit there smiling at myself by myself like an idiot, I remembered the time I was on my way home on another supper trip with my friend.
We were cruising down East Coast Expressway when in the middle of the conversation he poured his heart out to me.
‘How about some apple pies?’ he suggested.
‘That sounds tempting…,’ I licked my lips as my awakened desires manifested.
‘So…?’ he asked again.
‘…what…?’
‘How about it?’
‘… how about what?’
‘Apple pie! Dude!’
I gave a snigger. I gleed.
‘I think it’s a very good idea,’ I finally made the decision.
We veered into East Coast exit as Amy Winehouse adamantly refused to go to rehab with a series of Nooo… noooo … no.
After 2 loops and a turn, we arrived at the drive through.
‘So what are you having?’ the girl at the intercom asked.
‘2 apple pies,’ my friend said.
‘alright… and ….’
Since that was what we merely wanted to order I feared that she was going to break into the ‘and then’ dialogue of ‘Dude Where’s My Car’.
‘.. thats it,’ my friend said.
‘…will be right out sir.’
We moved a couple of metres forward to the collection point. In the background I could here the staff shouting,’Apple Pie ZERO!’ O my god, we have deprived the world of apple pies!
The counter girl handed us the apple pies. My friend fished out his share with his big hands. As we started moving, he took a big bite out of it and screamed….
‘ooooo…..!’
I turned around wondering if it was too hot.
‘THIS IS GREAT!’
He screamed again.
So off we went with Black Holes and Revelations in the background with the taste of apple pies in our mouths… and shirt…
that was me…
Song of the Day: Circles Erratica by Colin Hay
Finger Acrobatics Performed by Avloomat @ 1601Hrs
PS – Only Singapore Women would say that i look gay when i shake my butt…
