I PASSED MY BTT TODAY, even though it's nothing much to be proud of. But hey, I finished first. Do I get credits for that? Well anyway, fuck you all x2 who laughed at me when I failed my first attempt. I'm so gonna ram my car into your living room soon. Take that, mutha fuckas!
Turning back to last Friday, the usual 5 musketeers, kc, kj, mark, ranny and me were exceptionally hungry and started to feel a lil' grumpy. Solution? A sinful-and-fattening-yet-amazingly-delicious-and-juicy-and-and-*insert every synonyms associated with the word 'Delicious'* German platter.
TADAH!
(Included this platter: Sauteed Cabbage, Mashed Potatoes, Ter Kah, Pork Loin, Sausages & Brezels)
Apparently, the brezels were the hot sellers and were gone before I was even able to take a photo.
In the beginning, we're worried we aren't able to finish. But we men are SPARTANS, I TELL YA! We gobbled up everything. Hell, I'm not boasting but the plate was as shiny as my braces. Too bad, no photos to prove. Dang.
This restaurant, Werner's Kitchen, sells German beer, too! Well doh. Back on point, Germans produce the best beer. No arguments. It's smooth and it leaves little or no aftertaste. Definitely a joy for my taste buds and a disaster for my liver. Rofl.
To end the night, we headed for ice-cream nearby (like I say, we men are SPARTANS!) Tabao-ed the ice cream and ate beside a canal facing St. Pats-- It wasn't my idea. Ghostly talks began and we tried to look out for ghosts in the school compound. Of course, we found none. But hey, attempting to see ghosts whilst eating ice-cream is certainly an refreshing way as compared to eating in a shop. Smell the sarcasm baby.
And hell yea, Sgt. Kok, you're back in Hell's Camp.
