Warning: immoral entry below. Read at your own discretion.
I wasn’t feeling very well for the past few days – thanks to the fucking red wine that I had during a colleague’s wedding. Red wine sucks. Alright, this post ain’t about red wine. It’s about something better.
You see, I’ve been having this motherfucking sore throat on and off for the past 1 week. Yes, on and off. Just like a pig having orgasm.
But yesterday was the crest of my snafu-ed throat. My throat was swollen like it had been stung by a thousand bees and had constricted basically 3/4 of it’s size. And now, my voice sounded like Bert (you know Bert, the faggot single-browed puppet from Sesame Street).
Then, came my mom. She recommended me some Chinese herbal tea called “Ah Phor Hum Char” – which literally translates to, “Granny’s Salty Tea” in Cantonese. She said it could relieve my sore throat and even resurrect the dead.
But I didn’t feel right about the tea, so I asked my mom
“Mom, I don’t feel right about this Granny tea…”
“Why? It’s good for you…”
“Don’t you think its name sounded a bit weird?”
“Hahah… yeah, I agree it’s weird.”
“It sounded so… absurd”
“Yeah I know what you mean. In fact, we do have a nickname for this tea…”
“And what’s that?”
“Ah Phor Hum Chat”
Hell, I laughed so hard, that I almost barfed my dinner.
Ah Phor Hum Char = Granny’s Salty Tea
Ah Phor Hum Chat = Granny Sucks Dick.
And that’s when I uttered out loudly
“Hahhhhahhh! Let’s drink Granny Sucks Dick !!!”
Here’s a snapshot of Granny Sucks Dick. I just took it 10 mins ago. In the picture – The granny doesn’t seem to enjoy sucking dicks after all…
