This is so gay.
Yes, I am referring to the picture on the left. In case you can’t tell what it is, it’s a gift hamper. It is from my mom’s ‘godson’. No I’ve never met him before, but from the way my mom described him, he’s got to be the gayest guy ever. Mom said he is the most polite ‘boy’ she’s ever met, kind, obedient and most important thing of all, he gives my mom a hamper every year during the CNY. My mom is so all over him, that gay of a godson of hers.
First of all, who the hell gives out gift hampers during CNY? If that isn’t the gayest thing ever. Gift hampers are extravagant, attention seeking and they’re usually fucking cheap because they encompass of unwanted or expiring goods – that makes it gay enough. Why can’t that ‘boy’ just bring over a bottle of wine, or perhaps a can of cookies? Nice and simple, just a gesture of goodwill. That oughtta do. Nobody’s going to mind. Why has it got to be a gaudy, cheap fucking hamper? I really don’t understand. He’d just drop off the damn thing, and ask to leave. And he’d do it every year, like he’s paying a 10 minutes pilgrimage to a gay totem pole (my mom). That’s just gay.
And then, who the hell adopts a godmother? I understand that this could be a normal thing for girls, but a guy?? Come on man, that’s just too gay. A milksop that hasn’t got enough mother, but asks for a second one. That’s not normal. What’s even more abnormal, is that my mom isn’t exactly an affable person to begin with. You see, my mom adopted this queer at her ex-company, which was also the subcontractor for Company X (where I work). I personally knew a few engineers there, and when I asked them about my mom, they’d tell me
“Dude, no offense but, your mom is quite a bitch”
I’d respond them with something like this “Thanks. I totally know what you’re talking about. Just bear with her. You can do it. Be strong.”
And that’s not even a joke. My mom’s possibly the most difficult person ever to walk on the soil of Penang. She is like North Korea. She’d shut everything else out and she’d go hostile on everyone. That is not the kind of person you’d want to become your godparent. Hell, I could have adopted a plate of greasy chicken rice as my godmother and would have gotten way more value out of it (if that’s what everyone’s looking for out of that stupid ass ‘god-relationship’).
Things that I don’t understand. Just get real people. Don’t ever give out hampers. Or adopt a god-something. It is so very the fucking gay.
