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| ungoldy.the hours i sleep everyday.i swear im nocturnal.my internal clock is assraped fo shizzle.i would sleep at 7 am and wake up at 3 pm..my eyebags feel like boobs without tits.huge.i would eat indo-mee in the middle of the night.its like a ritual.a damn pilgrimage.from my room to the kitchen.i have not met a single human being who does not like indo-mee.its the holy grail of all noodly stuff.no your ramen will not do.silencio.i would love t put up a picture of a bowl of indo-mee but i fear it will cause unusual bowel movements.oh heck..
not my picture.my cooking is far more mediocre.my brother in Japan actually ships indo-mee from home to Japan(where noodly things are abundant) to lighten up his depressing bra wearing life.its an anti-drug.i would like to give away my baby to whoever made indo-mee.maggi mee goreng is a piece of bull.mee daddy can suck on a brick.its only worthy rival is cintan mee.

i am giving indo-mee an ego masturbation yes indeed.

if i were to ever make an obscure indie movie, it would have a scene where the main character is eating a bowl of indo-mee like a champ..he could smack a hoe while at it.

sometimes i wish i existed in a rap video.with the bling and money throwing.im broke...i hope to get a job soon.and get ready for the ridicule. hopefully getting that job at Westwood.the restaurant there.i hope.

i seem to not grow out of the habit of cramming everything in one post.

end rant.