The Dairy of Doctor Bong

Madere

Good morning students and teachers ONCE AGAIN!

It has been a long time since I saw your beautiful faces. I may add that - I am no paedophile because I am already a zoophile. And I like my Fantastic Four.

Ah, my love affairs are a complicated situation. But let me confide in you, my repartees, my departure from my professional life:

On Monday, I see my dear Fann Curry Puff Hair Style.
On Tuesday, I see my dear Cholen.
On Wednesday, I see my dear Hock Char Siew.
On Thursday, I see my dear Yvette.
On Friday, I see my dog.
On Saturday, I see Bongar. But that is STRICTLY PROFESSIONAL, DAMN YOU.
Sunday is my rest day.

I look forward to my Saturdays the most.

This upcoming National Day is in a complete disaster. Bongar's planning has been frenetic and generally terrible. And tomorrow I have to massage the GuestOfHonour's nipples otherwise he will "dao" my ceremony. And i cannot afford that.

But his nipples are hairy like the Black Forest in Germany. It's a jungle. I hear that his wife regularly has to take a pair of scissors to release herself because her hands got knotted in his chest hair. His chest hair is more coagulated than superglue.

Enough said on the GuestOfHonour.

Erm.

Ah yes.

This Friday is the Cross-Country. I do not understand why it is called Cross-Country when we are only running around a stupid reservoir in Macritchie. Cross Country would rightfully be from Changi to Tuas. Huh. What a load of cheapskates.
But it is my dearest Char Siew's decision. Little Cream Puff! I cannot stay mad at her. For her great "services" in the last 35++ years, I have written a short poem. Let me narrate it to you.

Her eyes, they are luminous.
Her cheeks are barbecue-red.
Her mouth is tantalising, almost delicious.
Char Siew, I miss you.


My students will recite this poem mass-style tomorrow morning. Surely her cheeks wil truly flush a brick red then.

Madere. Doctor Bong, signing out.

posted by the_dr3@m3r @ 4:48 AM