Water fountain!!

Todays buka puasa ended in madness. MADNESS, I tell you! And I wasnt to blame for it! Nossir! No way, no how! *cue Shaggy's throaty 'It wasn't me' *

Heh.

Okay. As you prolly would've guessed it right about... now! It was me... I guess it was my combination of facial theatrics and precision placed body posture techniques that I learnt off the net* that made my dad laugh and spray the water that he was drinking. (Theres a backstory to the theatrics, but I dont really want to tell coz its complicated. And also, because Im lazy.)

My mom, who was in front of my pops, saw him spraying water went and laughed at HIM. Which wasnt the best thing to do because she had a mouthful of water too! (Guess what happened. Go on, guess! Got it?)

And so, as it came to pass, it was like a fountain. An extremely wrong type of fountain which ended mostly on the floor, on the table and probably some in the half a plate of leftover rojak. Oh, probably some in the spaghetti. Mmmm... spaghetti. Thank God it didnt end up in the grated cheese. That would've been awkward.

My mom ended up coughing because she 'tersedak' and went off to her room. Which left me and pops to clear the table and wash the dishes.

See, I told you it ended in madness. We had to clear the table and do the dishes!!! *grumble grumble* Okay. I lie. Its not madness. We woulda done it anyways. Heh heh.




* not really.
* edit: thanks rkaru for noticing the queue->cue error. heh heh. shuddup.