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An  Irishman applied for a job on a construction site, but the foreman  wouldn’t hire him until he passed a simple maths test. Here is  your first question, the foreman said.  “Without using numbers,  represent the number 9.” “Without numbers?”  The Irishman  says, “Dat is easy,” and proceeded to draw three  trees.

“What’s  this?” the boss asked. “Ave you got no brain? Tree and tree and  tree make nine,” said the Irishman. “Fair enough,” said the  boss.  “Here’s your second question.  Use the same rules,  but this time the number is 99.” The  Irishman stared into  space for a while, then picked up the picture that he has just drawn  and made a smudge on each tree. “Ere you go.”

The boss  scratched his head and said, “How on earth do you get that to  represent 99?” “Each of da trees is dirty now.  So, it’s  dirty tree, and dirty tree, and dirty tree.  Dat is 99.”  The boss was getting worried that he’s going to actually have to  hire this Irishman, so he said, “All right, last question.   Same rules again, but represent the number 100.” The   Irishman stared into space some more, then he picked up the  picture again and made a little mark at the base of each tree and  says, “Ere you go.  One hundred.”

The boss  looked at the attempt.  “You must be nuts if you think that  represents a hundred!” The  Irishman leaned forward and  pointed to the marks at the base of each tree and said, “A little  dog came along and crapped by each tree.  So now you got dirty  tree and a turd, dirty tree and a turd, and dirty tree and a turd,  which makes one hundred.”
“So, when do I start?

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Since aceone118 his first time kena tagged and give me his virginity by tagging me, let me do the honour to comply to his tag meme lor.

4 Job I would stink at:

1. Salesman
2. Account Executive
3. Business Development Executive
4. Marketing Executive

4 nicknames i making up for myself:

1. LC (for Leng Chai)
2. LC (for Lan Ci)
3. LC (for Lan Chau)
4. LC (for Local Checque – loaded with fraud checque)

4 movies i can watch over & over again:

1. Forrest Gump
2. Thong Pak Fu Thim Chow Hiong
3. Behind The Enemy Lines
4. Cast Away

4 things i love to do on weekends:

1. Sleep
2. Watch Movies
3. Play Games
4. Shopping

4 alkoholic baverages i enjoy from time to time:

1. Tiger Beer
2. JD
3. Bicardi Lemon
4. Kahlua

4 fantastic destination i would like to go before i pass out:

1. Japan
2. Alaska
3. Sweden
4. Montreal

4 celebrities I would go on a big date with:

1. Fumina Hara
2. Jessica Alba
3. Suanie
4. Carina Lau

4 Objects I would not leave without:

1. O2
2. Money
3. Car Keys
4. Condoms (just in case)

4 gaggets I do not have which I quite like to have:

1. BMW X5
2. Mazda RX8
3. Airbus 380
4. Apache Heli

4 wannable friends tagged:

1. dSaintx
2. Dee
3. Carolyn
4. Fireangelism

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My company was holding a seminar due to the launching of a new product that is in line with the company latest mission. The sales and marketing managed to pull enough hype and vibe to attract many to attend this one day seminar. The seminar was held at one of the established five star hotels in the city of tallest twin towers. I was assigned to be in the lounge area to entertain the guests.

Last night football matches keeping me awake burning the midnight oil as I’ve bet with my colleague on those matches. Yet the results was disappointing and i’ve lost the bet. I managed to catch twenty winks before awaken by my ringing nokia 3250, the latest model in town. It’s also the same model used by fireangel. Fireangelism is the new religion I’ve converted to despite there’s some arguments in the national registration denying its existence. It was my supervisor who phoned me, asking the current status of mine. I told him that I’m on my way to the hotel.

As swiftly as , I changed into my gear. By slipping in a polo T and a black slack, I was ready. Used to sleep with just my boxer, it just took me less than sub second to get ready. On my way storming out to my bike, grabbed some hair gel to fix my messy hair. There and then, I was on my way to the hotel.

Quickly, I headed to my post once I reached the hotel. My supervisor came to me and nag about my punctuality. Shut the fuck up you fugly bitch, I quietly shouted in my burning heart. Fucking no wonder that she’s still getting dumb by her boyfriend all these while. Her relationship never lasted more than 7 months.

Soon, the guests arrived like a flock of pigeons awaiting to be part of the bird hunting session. To be shot down. Out of nowhere, I saw the lovely young lady turning up. She was wearing a pink blouse with knee length brown plaid skirt. She had a black silky hair down to the shoulder. A seductive pair of black eyes and sweet pouty lips that is more than enough to send any man that lay their sights at her, to the seventh heaven. Thinking about it just makes my knees go weak.

Walking toward me, she was asking about my company’s seminar. Just a feet in front of me, I could already smell the sweet fragrance of her perfume. Suddenly another flock of idiots passed by. They walked so fast like they were heading to see St. Peter, brushed her. She was shocked and lost her balance. She leaned forward towards me, her chest brushed my crotch and this was a message to my brain. I instantly getting hard. She didn’t able to balance herself, now with her head at my crotch level managed to grab onto something.

She was grabbing my ass and trying to pull herself up, with her both hand pulling me towards her and herself towards me. Her right cheek and my crotch made a physical touch. It was so embarrassing that she were able to feel I was hard as rock. When she able to stand still, she was blushing red like tomatoes. So red that both of us keep silence.

Later I found out that her name was Rachel. I was trying to hide my erection and the embarassing moment when she put out her right hand introduced herself. With that smile on her face, i know something was wrong. Truly, i shrieked in public as she pinched my right ass cheek with her left hand. I guessed that she was also turned on by my erection.

one thing leads to another, we headed to a more private spot of the lounge area. I was frenching her or was she initiated first by frenching me. We were too occupied with the tongue lashing each other. Her wet lips were fabulous.

My hands start to work feeling every inch of her body. Her 32B boobs were good enough. Proportionate with her size with no higher than 168cm. As i using my right hand to caress her boob, my left arm wrap her tiny 24cm waist and pulling her closer to me. she let out a soft moan so soft that as if she lost all of her might.

Ed note : the above entry was writing by Leroy .. well, initiated by him and I’m just adding here and there some ideas. last nite, that bugger sotongking FFK me and didn’t want to go out for a drink so I get bored and write until i fall asleep. Therefore, whatever you read is not true. It’s never been true at all. Remember, it doesn’t reflect the living being or the dead. Just fictional.

kthxbai

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