Carpe Diem - The Butted Butt lol

This is so hilarious, i just had to paste it kekeke, you'll laugh your @#$% off too.

Thank You Miss Begum for a great the insight:)



(This is ..ahem, a work of fiction... but these days it seems that politics in Malaysia has reached a level where no one can separate truth from fiction... )

Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Saifool...no relation to Saiful Apek, whatsoever. He had a hard life (but nothing could have prepared him for that different kind of searing hardness he was to later experience). At a tender age, his parents got divorced. His father was an irresponsible man (allegedly, of course), it seems, and his mother had had enough.

She was a strong, independent woman. Singlehandedly bringing up her kids and giving them everything they needed, while supporting many, many, many, many other members of her family. Such a generous soul she was...may God reward her for her sacrifices.

Sadly, she later died of cancer, after a long and courageous battle.

Even in death, she provided well for her kids, and as with any death, vultures start hovering, ready to pick the bones clean. The father reappeared, miraculously...and her second husband, also an alleged freeloader, remarried not long after, (allegedly) snaring another meal ticket.

Saifool's ex-stepfather is seems, was a man of vast connections (obviously of no use to him, but maybe to some others, God only knows...). He was allegedly an uncle of the wife of the son of the now world famous Zombie Kampung Pisang, a leader who ran the nation with his eyes closed and arms outstretched, toiling day and night, in his dazed state, to drive the nation into the ground, under the control of his bokor, or voodoo sorcerer, Boboy-Out Law, who controlled him as he had no will of his own as one of the living dead.

Anyways, this Saifool, he was an ambitious boy...with big dreams. During his time in university, he somehow worked his way into the glamorous world of politics as a student leader, i.e: easy money and obscene wealth, synonymous with the nation of Kampung Pisang. He soon found himself hobnobbing with the rich and powerful politicians and never missed a photo opportunity to prove to others that YES! SAIFOOL HAD ARRIVED!...and soon... his university education was just a burden, a waste of time and he dropped out.

Hell! Who needed an education when the politicians were making money all around simply by dipping into the National Treasure Trove readily filled by the gullible and generous people of Kampung Pisang??

He had found his calling. He worked tirelessly, and soon found himself campaigning for the scions of past leaders...the offices of hopeful Prime Ministers-in-waiting (whatever that meant), propelled by unseen forces into the very highest and most convoluted levels of Kampung Pisang politics, beyond his wildest dreams.

Shortly after, however... it all came crashing down around him. Like a rug, cruelly pulled away from under his feet. What really transpired between those heady days of campaigning during the 12th Kampung Pisang general elections, the harrowing wins and today, remains shrouded in total mystery.

For today, Saifool is in hospital. With a ravaged arse. Of all things....

For the life of him, he cannot fathom why. Why he suddenly ended up being screwed, so cruelly and brutally, merely for having grandiose ambitions of wealth and power.

Was that so bad?? Isn't that what EVERYONE dreamt of?

Why? Why God! Why me?

Saifool kept asking himself over and over, while trying to find a comfortable position on the hospital bed...one that wouldn't inflict further pain on his sorry, scrawny, savaged butt.

As he lay there contemplating his broken dreams, he shuddered, as he suddenly recalled, another fine piece of arse, scattered all over some godforsaken jungle...and relief washed over him...

He had escaped by the skin of his behind.

For what is a little loss of dignity and the total annihilation of his manhood, compared to the sweetness of life itself...

http://moionlybetter.blogspot.com/2008/07/story-of-boy-called-saifool-family.html