My hot-shorts radius is getting larger. First it was the living room. The neighbour's house next. And now the clubhouse. Playing ping pong. I fenced off any confused onlookers with a smile.
Yesterday, I took a drive in it and went to a mamak. Sat, drank, kept a clear mind, ready to eyeball back the people around, eyeballing me first.
"Bro main rugby ke, sure hebat ni" the friend's acquaintance asked.
That's it, I'm wearing these rugby shorts to the bazaar ramadhan next. In style. Maybe minus the flip-flops.
The Courteeners - No You Didn't, No You Don't
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