London, I

A few weeks ago hor, I go Lan-dong because got some cheapskate promotion boy gave me a one pound return ticket from Cocksford to Lan-dong. The ticket alone hor, so damn heavy ler.

I go with my brudder. His name is Nick. I like him!



















Then, I also go with my Gugu. 3 some more ler. I'm so proud of myself. 3 Gugu, some long but thin. Others shorter but more texture. Shiok ah! The 3Gs:














































Then hor, we go the Lan-dong's Queen Momma's House. The guard stand there hor with the pubic hair grow on his head one hor told me hor that the Momma Queen stay inside to do her homework one ler. Never see the woman before, I show you ah, wait.












Her House bery dangerous de wor. Got many boh liao people in police disguise pretend to guard there one. As if she is so important like that. Also har, if I forget the name of her house and I write it wrongly by one word, sounds so vulgar lar. Maybe the rumours are true about her full name being Queen "Chao Ah Lian" Momma . Hai, T.T, waste of Engrish tax-payer moneys.


































Queen Momma also very sia suay de wor. Outside her house ah, got naked man and woman sit there pose for her 24/7 de hor. How come she so gatal de? The man made of sand also she wants. In Malaysia ah, like that hor, the Queen will go into ISA you know? and the bogel man will be removed by censor. Don't think I dun noe law.






















This Lan-dong hor, si bei lak tak de lor. So no mannered and no cultured. With the si bey dua ki lan cheow in the middle of no where, I see already I also face red.
Maybe I should give my attachment a name because I don't think he got one. I think I can call him Big Ben.































London, I thank you for offering your majestic beauty and;
To the people who had made the trip preciously memorable, thank you.



Till the next time we meet,
With love from Oxford,
Burton.