Talk talk talk... is all they ever do!
I didn't make this up... the stereotype of the typical Singaporean housewife (with no life outside of marriage and kids). I had the displeasure of enduring one of the worst case of chatterboxes during my 45-minute ferry ride to work today...
Sitting right next to me were two housewives who left their kids with the maid to have a day out at the casino. How did I know? It was in their conversation. Not that I was eavesdropping but I think they had one coffee too many and where speaking way louder than the noisy engines of the ferry. They say when MEN gather, the amount of cock they can talk is unbelievable. Put TWO housewives together, they can talk till the cows come home after walking around the equator a thousand times!
And by God, their conversation topics were random as hell and it went something close to the following for almost 45 minutes... non-stop!
Oh my fucking God!!! Do they know that talkativeness really puts people off? Especially when it's so good damn loud! And I happen to overhear them while plugged into my iPod listening to Metallica's new album... above the din of the engines! That's how loud they were! If it was a 14-hour flight to Europe, I bet you they could go on and on and keep the plane in mid-air with the engines off, considering the amount of hot air the both of them can generate PER MINUTE!
Perhaps the Singapore government can consider adopting this law they have in the United Kingdom, applicable in all modes of public transport! That would be such a torture for some people, eh?
Sitting right next to me were two housewives who left their kids with the maid to have a day out at the casino. How did I know? It was in their conversation. Not that I was eavesdropping but I think they had one coffee too many and where speaking way louder than the noisy engines of the ferry. They say when MEN gather, the amount of cock they can talk is unbelievable. Put TWO housewives together, they can talk till the cows come home after walking around the equator a thousand times!
And by God, their conversation topics were random as hell and it went something close to the following for almost 45 minutes... non-stop!
"My hubby hor... bite his toenails one!"
"I tell you, my maid damn one kind."
"My daughter got body ordour."
"And then hor... my dog..."
"That day my neighbour fall down the stairs."
"You got tell your hubby you go casino?"
"My baby shit green in colour one leh!"
"Are we there yet?"
"I tell you, my maid damn one kind."
"My daughter got body ordour."
"And then hor... my dog..."
"That day my neighbour fall down the stairs."
"You got tell your hubby you go casino?"
"My baby shit green in colour one leh!"
"Are we there yet?"
Oh my fucking God!!! Do they know that talkativeness really puts people off? Especially when it's so good damn loud! And I happen to overhear them while plugged into my iPod listening to Metallica's new album... above the din of the engines! That's how loud they were! If it was a 14-hour flight to Europe, I bet you they could go on and on and keep the plane in mid-air with the engines off, considering the amount of hot air the both of them can generate PER MINUTE!
Shut up already!
You may think that these two women are long time friends catching up on lost time. Accordingly to part of their elaborately redundant conversation, they're next door NEIGHBOURS.
Perhaps the Singapore government can consider adopting this law they have in the United Kingdom, applicable in all modes of public transport! That would be such a torture for some people, eh?
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