It was one of the usual nights from school, tiring and boring. Home is boring. School is boring. His feet were heavy as he stepped on the passenger jeep which will bring him home. One by one, passengers boarded. Some were staring, some ignored him.

Suddenly, his senses were kindled. Lo, a hot chic was boarding the jeep. She wore this rusty colored hot pants revealing a well shaped pair of legs and a brown tank top. Everybody seemed magnetized, too. All eyes were on the hot chick.

Reaching her destination, the hot chic called on the driver to stop the jeep. Everybody was shocked that the voice was that of a man.

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Mimi scaled the table and with eyes cunningly watching moved toward the piece of cake. She started licking up the icing hastily before Ramona returns from the room (She suddenly remembered her handbag left inside). Ramona’s the boss of the house. She is even superior to Dexter who should be the master of the house. Mimi, by the way, is the household cat.

When Ramona returned briefly from their room, Mimi silently climbed down pretending to be innocent of the crime. Ramona took her seat and began dividing the cake into bite sizes. Contented and unknowing of the crime Mimi committed, she began taking the bite sized cake to her mouth, munching happily.

“Hmm.. the icing is good. You want some, Mimi dear?”

“Meowww.” Mimi responded with a whine encircling her body around Ramona’s leg. Then she climbed her lap.

Ramona’s eyes grew big. There were icing bits on Mimi’s whiskers.

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She twists and turns and believes she is a cat. It was a school fair but nobody seems to notice that she is mimicking a cat.

One of the students in the school notices the pretty little girl. He approaches and growls like a mad dog. Afraid, she runs towards her mother, crying. She did not see a block of stone on the pavement and trips and falls.

“Waaaaaahhhhh…!” she wails hard, “I don’t wanna be a pussy cat anymore!”

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Pretty B* was with her father all dressed up going somewhere. A neighbor asked where she’s going. She just stared. The neighbor asked her again. When she just stared again, her father coaxed her to tell the neighbor where they are going. Finally, she talked and told the woman that they were going out to SM. The neighbor asked, jesting, if she could come with her. And here’s the answer:

“I don’t like. You’re ugly!”

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Is the wound true or not?

Here is a story.  Tell me why and if it’s true.

An errand boy was given a bottle of soft drinks and died.  Why did he die?

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