Shakir Dua Puluh Tiga
Shakir was five last Thursday when i was merely a few months old. (-.-)
the poser is sending his van to the workshop for a redo. we shall wait.
So, the seven *cough*hunks*cough* went to FRIENDS Cafe located somewhere-in-Malacca-town-obviously-i-don't-know-where *ggaasspp* for so-called makan+celebration. Haha.
FRIENDS wasn't bad, just a bit pricy.
The jokers. ( Bob, Kusha, OJ, Desmond )
Shakir's girl-drink stands left...
...he couldn't stop grabbing her ass.
I didn't snap my White Sauced Fettucine...... IT WAS SO UGLY! how kedekutnya that they made my pasta as dry as Sahara as possible wtf.
I was and am the youngest whenever i'm with this bro-s. muahahahaha.
The source of life: A beer and a stick.
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