what is a budday?

Well, I dunno either but here’s a story about it, and BTW, I dunno if its spelled that way.

Some parts require reference:

*Badhey - the name we call one of our aunts, we also call her Mhadey.

My cousin says a lot of stuff I don’t believe, making up words that don’t exist, thinking I’ll believe him. I don’t react when he says random stuff and make up names for them, it will only trip his ego down a notch, here’s a short conversation between me and that cousin of mine:

Emman: *Playing PSP* Hey, the renovations of your house is great.

Cousin: Yeah. Ang ayos ng lahat kaso bakit pa kasi kailangan ng tabo at drum?

Emman: Eh ano ba ang mali sa tabo at drum?

Cousin: Ang sophisticated tingnan ng banyo bakit may tabo at drum? Meron naman kaming shower panligo ah.

Emman: Eh paano kung tumae ka?

Cousin: Eh meron naman kaming budday.

Emman: YOU GET *MADHEY TO WASH YOUR- (?)

Cousin: *Cuts in* -NO!

Both: LOL

Emman: Eh sabi mo *Badhey eh.

Cousin: Budday, yung pangspray sa pwet.

Emman: Ganun ba tawag doon?

Cousin: Oo.

Emman: Ganun… *Didn’t believe him so I turned away and just continued playing.*

*Refer to references

After that conversation he even asked his mom ( Who just walked into the room. ) if she knew what a budday was too, how was she supposed to know a budday if it doesn’t exist.

So yeah, that was really stupid. The thing about him is that he says stuff like that, which normally gets me in trouble so I never believe him. For those of you who are thinking “What…?” here is what I mean:

Budday?

The correct word is toilet sprayer. I just realized that you can learn a lot of things from me, the only problem is that the things you learn from me are not really necessary. -_-

That’s it for now, ’til my next post.

-Emman M.

the story makes a boring turn…

Nothing special happened today, so why make an entry?

1. I have nothing better to do.
2. I’m bored.
3. I have a story to tell.

Now I made up a completely random story just now, please read the disclaimer below before reading onward:

Emman M. will not be held reliable to any damages due to violent reactions to the retardation and stupidity of this fabricated story. If symptoms such as exhaustion, loss of sanity, extreme anger, incapability to curse and scream enough to the plain stupidity of the story, banging on walls may arise, insult your doctor.

Now on to the story:

The Legend of the Crushed Peppercorn

Once upon a time there was a Pepper named Dr. Pepper and a Corn named Ms. Sweet Corn.

One day they met at a vegetable convention and fell in love, soon they got married.

Pretty soon, they had a baby and named him Peppercorn.

Then one day as Peppercorn was in his crib, a truck came out of no where and crushed him for no apparent reason.

Then a bottle of Crushed Peppercorn appeared in his crib where he was crushed by a truck.

So remember, whenever you eat something seasoned with crushed black pepper, remember that you are eating a dead baby.

THE END.

Foot Note: I just customized my header, what do you think?

-Emman M.