Miss T asked what I thought about doing a blog (because there's a shortage of these things). I said yes (because there's no shortage to my ill-informed comments and flippant opinions). What would we call it? "Slut Hut" was trashed as deemed to invite sleezebag weirdoes (ha! sorry mate, quota's full here). So, we named it after our favourite place in memory, coconut tree #5, where much misguided ramblings were had on a Sentosan beach, at a dance camp many a year ago.
Thus we have traversed the straits of half-arsedness and the mounts of inertia to bring you this: At coconut tree #5 you have swing music in the background, sand between your toes and a cocktail with paper umbrella in your hand. Discuss.
5 comments:
why was it #5 anyway? was it a mark on the tree? did an exploratory team make a count? or was it just a cool number, like chanel #5? hmmmmmmm
ahaha mysteries abound
That was Chichi_Queen's call. Be on her good side and all will be revealed...I mean ALL
i like #5. so there. :P
#5 sounds posh. Like Chanel mah.
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