Krismas By KIA I was seeing Donald Trumps The Apprentice when they rapped on MY door and filed in right through MY curtains without even waiting for me to ask them to come in. Broda Jargo, degwo, they chorused with false and exaggerated glee. Yeah, vren do, I replied off-handedly and immediately went on seeing the show. A long, awkward silence followed- for them, anyway. The biggest of them, a girl with wild eyes and a scratchy voice, spoke up. Broda Jargo, u go do Krismas for us o. It was more of an order than a plea. The rest were shifting from foot to foot, mumbling and surreptitiously pinching themselves. Just then, Donald Trump fired Sammy. Donald Truuuuump, I shouted. Sammy deserved to be fired anyway. He was either a nutcase or something close to it. They kept standing there. The girl spoke again, Broda Jargo, you go do Krismas for us o. I switched to the other episode. My name is Donald Trump, Trump was saying, and Im the largest real estate developer in the whole of New York. In the last episode... I quickly fast forwarded and began watching the whole new episode, completely oblivious to the stubborn presence of the kids. Broda Jargo... Broda... They stood there for about five more uneasy minutes. And at last, as slowly as they came in, they filed out. That broda Jargo eh, the girl said to the others, probably thinking she was out of earshot, very wicked, stingy human being. I laughed out so loud that for a moment, I thought myself crazy. So, here I am, still in school, celebrating... What? Did I just say celebrating? Lol Happy Christmas, you all, all the same. Fleazure tight. Really, really tight.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 14:43:08 +0000
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