Men and their saucy fun

Eating at Botak Jones is kinda like going into an arena where the men duke it out over heaps of cooked meat, with fries stacked nearly as high, and an absurd amount of condiments to round it all up into a meal where only the strongest (but not necessarily the fittest) can survive.

Men can argue how the Whopper is slowly but surely shrinking in size, turned into a ghost of its former glorious immensity. They will also point out to you, that the Big Mac isn't really big at all. (Though in comparison with the rest of what Macdonalds has to offer, I suppose the name "Big Mac" might work then, and that's saying alot.) But at Botak Jones, they challenge you to even dare complain about the proportions of the food they serve up. Once the plate is set down in front of you, its possible you might experience a sudden temporal memory loss of the word "small" and all of its synonyms. The average man will order the Botak Burger, the benchmark of masculinity. The big eaters will order the Double Botak. And then you have the elites with appetites few can match. They order the You-Crazy-What??, 450grams of beef patties smothered in melted cheese and served with a pyramid of fries. Just yesterday, some of us guys went down to the branch in Clementi. Most of us took on the Double Botak, and though I know this is not the most accurate of yardsticks, I guess we can still be very much assured of our "Manliness" haha.

Which brings me to what my post title is all about. Being men, its an in-built thing for us to want to eat the biggest burgers. And also being men, its natural for us to give in to our impulses to do stupid things (Also called "Jiak Ba Bo Sai Pang") after a good hearty meal. And so halfway into the meal, Andre started doing the whole Shake-Squeeze-Squirt thing (uh sauce bottles), and we ended dinner with 2 pieces of exquisite organic art. Enjoy.

Mr Peanut was originally borne out of Andre's imagination. Unfortunately I don't have the picture of Andre's "Good Christian" version, so you guys have to make do with the bad nut.

If this is the only kind of rocket they fire, the world will be a better place.



And now, a special picture of a seemingly harmless calender...



Can anybody tell me why does this calender look so wrong??