Shortly After Chinese New Year in Febuary and having some drinks
with friends at Mdm Wong, I stepped out of the pub to have some
fresh air and cool off my ear drums. My girlfriend accompanied me
as we strolled up and down the strech for a while.
As we were walking back to MDM WONG, an Ang Moh(obviously had a
drink or 2) came up to me and asked if i was a pimp and that was my
whore. He also demanded to know wats the rate like for a night with
my gal. After telling him very politely that it was best if he left
us alone, he persisted and i finally told him that i was a pimp and
lets go to the carpark to discuss business more quietly.
Upon reaching the car park, i proceeded to bloody his whole face
and shirt. I rained blows on him without stopping for almost 5
mins. then i whipped out my cock and pee a stream on urine on his
face. That was a jug of beer down on his wasted form at
least.
Wats the big deal with Ang Moh? you mean they own the whole world?
go peoples country can do watever fuck thing they like? go to
restaurants don't need to queue? go PUB no need queue? Lan
jiao!
Anyway as i stood and stared at my wasted opponent one last time
before i made my getaway, it suddenly dawned on me why they are
calld Ang Moh(red hair) when nothing is red about them...one of our
forefathers must have beaten up a caucasion pig like the one i just
did...leaving his hair all bloody. You can't call him ang
moh...without first making him ang...
