Passing Gas

A neighbor came back from her kampong last week and brought us a plastic bag full of fresh tapiocas. With all the crazy hoo-ha surrounding the nation that we are encouraged to change on our lifestyle I thought ok, why not, I’ll give it a shot. No big fucking deal, right?

So the next day I completely changed on my diet intake and switched from rice to tapiocas and had hoped with ample supply of tapiocas, I would be able to go on at least 3 days without a single grain of rice.

That same night however, I was back pigging out 2 plates of nasi goreng.

No, it wasn’t about the taste. In fact it tasted good but the after-effect of consuming this thing that actually put me off; I can’t stop farting.

Seriously, I kept passing methane gas practically throughout the whole evening and went on till the next afternoon.

It was so bad I woke up at 5 that particular morning and stayed in the bathroom till almost 6am.

No wait. I didn’t sleep at all that night. I was watching a euro game but only half-enjoyed the match because I was grasping my breath silly trying to hold the crap until the final whistle blows. It was crazy shit literally I almost made a real mess in bed.

Imagine if Pak Dol were to endorse this proposal, he’ll be farting mad while giving speeches before an audience consists of useless world leaders.

I wonder if the person who mooted this idea had himself stopped buying rice in exchange for the supposedly more economical alternative instead, in this case, tapioca?

Dude, how about forwarding this idea to the PM, DPM and the ministers and if they dug it, expect a Tunship to come your way, or else quit being a smart aleck ass.