Okay, today I will tell you
The Story Of The RoofAs told by one of the roofers
Well yeah, sorry, no icon today, no idea. So if you guys want icons, you gotta give me ideas in the comments. So now for the story. On... sunday, I believe? Yes, it was sunday. We went to this singaporian womans house for iftar, and as soon as we got there, N and J-Ski and I started jumping on her trampoline, where a tramp lived under. Want to know who the tramp was? No one. Well anyways, we jumped, and soon, Singaporiwoman, which I'll call AS now, no, she isn't an ass. Anyways, AS's son, Kylie, came. Yes his name was Kylie, and still is. Well anyways, he came with his Dad, and J-Ski and N stopped jumping and tried to look casual, but no one could look casual on a trampoline. the reason they tried to look casual was because they were scared of Kylie's dad because he wasn't muslim. So they scaredly stared, and I continued jumping awesomely, and soon, Kylie joined us. A whole bunch of boring stuff insued, as he be'd Tupa, and Me, abi and Kylie went to the masjid, came back, and ate. So now that the fast forward is over, we end up jumping on the trampoline again, after eating. J-Ski and N stay inside to fill up their bloated bellies, but me, Kylie, and the other guests, Mo and Zuzu jump and help Mo not get killed by his sister Zuzu. Soon it gets boring and I say to Kylie, "Hey, let's go on da roof!"
He's like,
"Oh yeah, come on, H! We'll paady up there."
So we go out front to climb this real grippy pole leading to the roof. Apparently, even I can't do it, so we give up and run because Zuzu is following us. We end up at the gate leading to his backyard, so I'm like,
"Let's hop this gate and climb onto this low roof."
And he blubbers a bit about his friend who tried that, while I get on the roof. he then struggles to get up, but alas. Just then, Abi's all like
"H, get us some dessert and coffee or tea!"
And I'm like,
"Ugh, go Kylie."
Kylie half falls off the gate and runs to Abi, but Abi says that I'm the brown slave around here so I have to get the coffee and whatnot. So he again calls me, and I try to be casual, and still on the roof, I go to the side of the roof that's hanging over him and I say,
"What?"
And he's like.
"Ya allah, get us dessert and coffee lah!"
And I like jump off the roof with some difficulty, because my legs wouldn't beeping reach the gate. So I had to jump. then I go inside and tell mom to send some coffee or tea and dessert out shortly. She fills the order while me and Kylie get back up and rock it on up there. We scare the kids on the trampoline by saying,
"We have been watching you-OOUUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!"
"No, no no, don't do this!"
And I just get up, brush my hands off, and say,
"Cmon Kylie, get down!"
He's like,
"I can't! It's too far and I'm too chicken!"
So the other guest says,
"Fine, I'll lift you down. Come on!"
KYLIE THEN DOES THE DUMBEST THING EVER AND SAYS NO.
So the guest leaves and me and Kylie go to the other side of the roof. And he's so short his legs won't reach the gate, and he doesn't want to drop down on it, because he can't do precision jumps like I can. this gate is one of those wire gates, so he's all scared. So he says,
"Just get the ladder over there next to the shed."
I drag it across the back yard and halfway, Abi sees me and says
"No, no no, we're going now."
And I say,
"Kylie's still up there... Should I leave him?"
"No, no no, yeah, get the ladder."
So I drag it again, and while hoisting that freaking heavy thing up, Kylie's mom comes because N told her we were on the roof and she starts cursing at Kylie. Lol just kidding. She just started ranting about who told him to be a monkey and whatnot, and then she disappears into the house to call the fire brigade or something I bet. Meanwhile, I strongly pull the ladder up as my veins bulge, and he comes down and we both fly over the gate and jump into the van while AS calls Kylie as we drive away to the masjid.
The end.
Cool story, bro, so now for todays news. Well today I basically did the usuals, so I guess I'll see you guys later.
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