I own the fucking bike trails!
And he does, at least as far as Equitem Tenuem's duel with the winds is concerned, vengeful like Spartacus and as horny as Gannicus can be, driven by a hatred of the sugar and cholesterol thickening his ageing blood, inspired by 200 Vitality points that will pay for his son's monthly phone bill.
Then legions of venomous substance descended in between apologies and gratitudes, the ludus shaking in Crixus' orgy with Doctore's unforgotten love, breasts of all sizes intercoursing with an assortment of uncircumsized tails, wine consumed from mid-day to dusk to ward off the pestilence.
He, The Gladiator, must survive to ride, drink and fuck another day...
Ike XXXIV hated Uncle Ho so Jack XXXV sent advisers, first through encouraging food crawl reviews until LBJ XXXVI escalated by opting for Makati as the first preference, that was until Dick XXXVII's localization spawned a gentrification of the whorehouses, a misrepresented umami chicken from the aptly named Bad Bird and Kermit's deplorable mojito slurpee slipping through the "day that will live in infamy" and earned a declaration of war on Poblacion and its overrated restaurants and lousy cocktails, intense enough to force Jerry XXXVIII's capitulation.
The war rages, Poblacion to be forever expunged and consumed by a pandemic, the parchment to the Lowlands tainted, a burger rinsed in Australian horse pee shrouding the bad news of young age.
Gooks advanced from the countryside to encircle the city but the last marines escaped from a rooftoop on Friday night when poison flowed and preluded the spectacle of jesters pissing down on their sons.
I own the trails, and I owe a blind man the lesson of winning your battles amidst darkness, of losing a war yet victorious.
YOON SE-RI 1 [thinking to herself while munching on ittip and nilingta nga kamote]: "Oh my gawd, kailan ko kaya siya makikita na naka-oblation? Sure akong bigalou ang chopopo. Puede ba, sawang-sawa na ako sa biogesic"!
RI JEONG-HYUK 1 [thinking also while adjusting his funny hat]: "Paano ko kaya sasabihin sa kanya na hindi pa siya nagtutubras mula n'ung lumanding siya sa amin," [nods to Se-ri then went out to attend the 38th public installation of the Munoz Bodies that crash landed a year ago on a relieved outgoing Venerable Master].
Four days later...
YOON SE-RI 2: "Nasilip ko ang mga karruba na nagluluto ng samgyeopsal. Meron yatang may birthday. Tara mag-gate crash"!
RI JEONG-HYUK 2: "Sila 'yung mga Mistah. Nagpabunot ng ngipin si PVM at may pasok sina Ateng kaya hindi sila nakasama sa Casiguran. Si Kuya Shubert yung nakatayo na may hawak na tinuno na nakabalot sa dahon ng kung ano-ano. Timawa sa alak 'yan"!
Every other day dialogue:
YOON SE-RI 3: "Ano ba naman yang bisikleta mo. Mga sarplas na pinagsawaan na ng mga Hapon! Bumili ka n'ung katulad ng kay Kuya Shubert"!
RI JEONG-HYUK 3: "Alam mo bang utang 'yan na isang taon niyang binayaran? Na kaya madalas siyang magbisikleta ay para makakuha ng libreng P200 na load sa Vitality bukod sa nabuburyong na siya dahil hindi makabiyahe"!
Nearby, someone turned on Netflix for the 10th episode of a Korean telenovela...
