|The one where I can't get enough of Pepsi Cola.
||[Mar. 10th, 2007|12:28 am]
With a towel as a turban and clad in sarong after a late night shower at 12am.
That is how some of the best Pepsi are drunk.
Today we watched a movie, Paris J'taime. It was great, a web of short stories of love. I particularly like the one where the old pair of husband and wife roleplay to heat up their relationship. And how he made it up to her by getting a mariachi band to sing her favourite song. Oh, and the mime love was just great fun to watch.
But the funniest thing was when I opened my newly brought Pepsi bottle only to see it rise, rise, rise to a maximum volcano of pepsi. So yes, I went home feeling like cotton candy and reeking of Pepsi.
And I never felt any better.