30 April 2008

CowBoyCaleb REALLY REALLY Sucked At Pool

It was CowBoyCaleb's last night before he heads back home for the rest of the week when he called me up to go out for drinks.

We decided that we should go to H0llyw00d Baby since
  1. Gecko was closed that day coz Robert (owner/neighbour) was celebrating his son's 8th birthday (Happy Birthday, kiddo!)
  2. H0llyw00d Baby is within walking distance and
  3. There isn't a 3rd option.
Now, H0llyw00d Baby is one of those drinking places where you have bar counters for barflies like us to chill with our drinks, a pool table, a dart board and a foosball table to basically let you unwind at the end of the day. And an added difference is that the place have many young, pretty and nubile waitresses (H0llyw00d Babies) ala Hooter Girls in their tight tanktops, mingling and chatting with the customers except that they are more like Mosquito Bite Girls  then Hooter Girls.

It's probably the perfect place for the lonely expat since the friendly babies love to talk to you. It's an interesting place where AngMohs try to speak Mandar1n to get into the Babies' good books and us two Ch1nese trying to speak English to prevent the Babies eavesdropping on our talking cock session.

Well, that lasted for like what? 15 minutes? That before one of the Babies climbed up the bar counter and nestled herself comfortably on the service counter just below the bar counter top, with cups of dice and started to chat with us. I think she likes CowBoyCaleb (You dawg!)

So out of basic courtesy for the lady, we had no choice but switch to speaking Mandar1n, thereby ending our talking cock session prematurely.  Don't get me wrong, it is not that we loathed speaking to her or that she cannot stop yakking but it's just that sometimes the two of us prefer to just sit back and talk about our own stuff. Let's face it, when she was talking to us, she was trying to entertain us to make us feel comfortable. Likewise when we talked to her, we were also trying to entertain her as a way of reciprocating the hospitality. Only difference was that she gets paid for it and we don't.

I guess it was just one of those nights where we prefer to just sit back and chill on our own terms.
So there we were chatting with one of the Babies and playing dice, when another announced that the availability of the pool table. We grabbed at the chance since
  1. We needed to get off our butts and do a bit of exercise even though it only involves just walking around a pool table and
  2. We can stop talking. Yay!
Ok, so we played a few rounds and chatting among ourselves around the pool table when this little petite Baby came over join us for a game. Her strokes were good but her aiming and placing damn jialat. In a nutshell, she sucked and her height, or rather the lack of, just made it worse. Still, you have to give her lotsa credit for her enthusiasm and passion for the game.

To interject a little, let me explain why we prefer to talk cock in English. The following conversation ensued while I was playing pool with the Petite Baby.

CowBoyCaleb: Eh... this one, her neh neh quite big ah!

JayWalk: Aiyah.. bruff one lah. All push-up bra one lah.

CowBoyCaleb: No. No... this one is real one!

JayWalk: Not possible lah. Here one by one all mosquito bite one lah.

CowBoyCaleb: Really! Wanna bet or not?

JayWalk: Bet? Siao ah? How to find out?

CowBoyCaleb: Pretend walk into her lor!

JayWalk: But it will be your word that my bet will be based on wor.

CowBoyCaleb: Then you walk into her lor!

JayWalk: No use lah. I walk into her also cannot tell if real or push-up one lah.

CowBoyCaleb: Big ah!

So now you know.

Coming back. I passed my cue to CowBoyCaleb to have a go after she kena whitewashed by me and here comes the interesting part of the evening.

There was a wager where the loser had to go buy mangoes (there was a fruit hawker just outside the bar).
Next came the most facepalm game I've ever witnessed. You should see these two lovebirds ding dong ding dong all over the table as if the pool table manufacturer forgot to install pockets for the balls to fall into.
30 minutes later, and they are still struggling to finish ONE FRIGGIN' GAME!

I think maybe CowBoyCaleb purposely one so that he can keep oogling when she bended over to take her shot. I wonder why he always stand at opposite end of the table from her. *scratch head* 

In the end, CowBoyCaleb gave up and bought the bananas.

p.s. I am so dead after this entry.

Image Credit:
- Voxeros

1. JY left...
Wednesday, 30 April 2008 6:50 pm
What is with buying the mangoes and bananas?!

2. msvindicta left...
Wednesday, 30 April 2008 11:20 pm ::
so cowboy's a boob guy! hmm.

3. Posh left...
Thursday, 1 May 2008 12:50 am
omg omg omg.....i couldnt stop laffing!!! U pichar cowboy's lobang! Nottiee nottiee.... ;)

4. Chocolate gal left...
Thursday, 1 May 2008 3:33 pm
So in the end, the boobs real or fake???

5. JayWalk left...
Friday, 2 May 2008 4:40 am
JY: Dunno. Girl craving to eat mangoes and bought bananas instead? You have to go ask Cowboy yourself.

msv: From the looks of it, I believe so.

Posh: Now you know why he's always looking in your direction. *wink*

Jaschocolate: How should I know? Ask Cowboy yourself lah....

6. Chocolate gal left...
Friday, 2 May 2008 5:42 am
dont know how to ask... u two dont know how to take photos ah.. *pouts*

7. JayWalk left...
Friday, 2 May 2008 8:52 am :: 
chocolate gal: We not so bo liao like you lor.

8. Mistress Grace left...
Friday, 2 May 2008 11:01 am
Buahahaha this is damn hilarious. But why bananas?

9. starm|st left...
Friday, 2 May 2008 11:05 am ::
yesterday cowboy did something to me...... :(
but i doubt he knew he did it .

10. Chocolate gal left...
Friday, 2 May 2008 11:49 am
take pics boliao meh?? *wonders*

11. starm|st left...
Friday, 2 May 2008 12:37 pm ::
hmm? how come my comment became like that? :/

12. Posh left...
Friday, 2 May 2008 12:39 pm
did he?! iDont recall meeting him before.... honestly!

13. grasshopper left...
Friday, 2 May 2008 2:51 pm
short doesnt mean cannot play hor!!! Let's do it when we go back. Yay! CB never see your entry yet ah? No comments from him...tiam tiam wor~

14. JayWalk left...
Saturday, 3 May 2008 8:00 am :: 
Mistress Grace: I actually went back to ask the girl. It turned out that the fruit seller ran out of mangoes then and so she picked bananas as an alternative. Quite a healthy bar, I tell you. Eat fruits one.

Starmist: You mean he langah you har? ok ok.... I will ask him if he thinks yours is real one.

Chocolate Gal: Depends on what you take I supposed. If you are thinking of me taking the girl's pics for you to critique if her boobs were real, I think it's damn boliao lor. Starmist: Become like what?

Posh: Have! During the last DeathMatch lor... I tell you this guy is good. He "walked" into you liao, you still dunno....

Grasshopper: I never said cannot play. I just said that her height, or the lack of, made it more difficult. Lai lah. ONZE you at pool!

15. starm|st left...
Saturday, 3 May 2008 12:00 pm
no leh.. he didn't langah me..but yesh, mine are very real..(so small already how not to be real!?)

16. JayWalk left...
Saturday, 3 May 2008 2:10 pm :: 
Starmist: Small? I won't know, now would I? Find one day I come back, I langah you ok? :P

17. Mistress Grace left...
Saturday, 3 May 2008 3:31 pm
Sekali she meant the other banana and silly cowboy really go buy banana buahahaha

18. starm|st left...
Tuesday, 6 May 2008 10:30 am ::
you langah me, my auto-reaction will be the langah you where it hurts. :P

19. JayWalk left...
Tuesday, 6 May 2008 10:58 am :: 
Mistress Grace: Don't ask me. I REALLY don't want to know.

Starmist: You go ahead and try to langah my horse lor. I only scared it's you pain, not I pain.

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