So at 4:15pm, we had cake for the old fart. It may turn out that I’m a few months older than the coughing snake, who may be from Batangas, just like Paw. The cake looks nice on the outside – a couple of bright pink roses and two kissing goldfish. But the ice cream cake of vanilla in between the DRY coffee cake on the top layer and the white cake on the bottom layer was not good at all. Yuch!
But the hospitality was good and so was the tall guy. The boss handed us a glass of juice, which I didn’t want because of too much sugar. I could sense that the tall guy is a nice dog. He knows my Filipino language. Right there is a plus in my book, considering his old age and two teenage daughters. I wonder WTF is up with the wife, though.
I happen to pick up nice, stray dogs. Don’t ask me why! Some dogs from my past are buck ugly and they are nice, too. If these dogs are GORGEOUS, WEALTHY and INTELLIGENT, damn – I want them, too. It doesn’t matter if they got kids or cooties, just as long as they are NICE!
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