I have had Durian, the King of Fruits since last weekend.
Today was the ultimate. Durian feast at work! Apparently, a world class organization like ours deserved nothing but the best of the best, world-class Durian. I didn't care; as long as they tasted good they can call it Durian Ular Sawa if they wanted to.
I went into my usual Durian frenzy. Today I counted 21 juicy, fat Durian seeds down my bloated belly. A Blackjack. Heck, they should name one Durian Naga King in my honour!
I went back to the office, sweating Durian in cool air-conditioning.
I went to a meeting with 2 lovely ladies right after. They visibly cringed at the smell of a Durian-infused Dragon (not my fault, I told them to postpone but NO, they wanted to meet today lol).
I went on a 5km walk home from the office to burn some of the calories. I got home, opened the door, and my wife screamed. I reeked of Durian, even the surrounding air smelled of Durian when I passed by. No hugs and kisses for me today. Oh well.
I went up to clean up and wash away the stench. I burped and can literally taste Durian in my breath. Everything about me smelled of Durian. Every single thing out of my body. EVERY.
Yes, I love Durian so much, I would fill a syringe with it and inject it down my bloodstream. I'm a Dragon on Durian-overdose.
Although, there goes my 'malam Jumaat'.
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