Dinner at Chinatown

As promised, a new tagboard is up. Come forth and colonize it with literature.

The visit to the HPB was a waste of time. I admit I went only for the phamplets. But SK, aaron and I had some fun instead playing hangman. The puzzles ranged from sooty mangabeys to armadillo faeces.

Then we had dessert and dinner at chinatown where the dumplings and pudding received thumbs up. I can't say the same for the Leong Tao Hu though. (What prof Vincent might say: Do you know what's Leong Tao Hu? Its not a name but it would make a nice one.)

Jokes:

What do you call a Frenchman who wears sandals?
Ans: Philippe Philoppe

A man and his wife were lying in bed when the man let out a loud fart. He shouted:" One point!"
His wife then let out one too and shouted:" One all"
A while later, the man let out another fart and shouted:" Now I'm ahead, 2-1"
His wife subsequently released one as well :" Nope, its a tie at 2-2"
Not to be outdone, the man strained himself but he could not fart. Desperate to regain the lead, he gave it his all and eventually pooped on the bed accidently, letting off a strange sound.
"What was that?" asked his wife.
The man replied:" Half-time, lets switch sides."