So today, I was ordering a spicy dinner plate at the oh-so-famous Kentucky Fried Chicken outlet in Centre Point. Clearly minding my own business, I mean.. All I freaking wanted was my damned chicken! But noooo, bloody bastards behind the chicken counter had to interrupt me. At first, I had no idea what was going on, so being the retard I usually am when I'm in public, I played with my hair, twirled it, maybe even shook my head a few times to get my hair back in place. THAT was when I realised a whistling coming from the back of the counter, I looked up to find four guys smiling back at me.
Okay, newsflash, if you were remotely good looking, or had good teeth and spoke fluent english then maybe, just maybe I would've been flattered in the slightest but god, they looked like bloody geckos wearing KFC uniform.
Okay, newsflash, if you were remotely good looking, or had good teeth and spoke fluent english then maybe, just maybe I would've been flattered in the slightest but god, they looked like bloody geckos wearing KFC uniform.
Welcome to Malaysia, bitches. You've got malay try-hards who think whistling at girls and calling them 'beb' will ever get them laid.
Enjoy the rest of your stay.
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