question:what's fat,smelly,drunk,sleeping at the moment and has puke all over its body..cant get the answer?try harder...Mr YeE?nah...the answer:my dad...i was feeling really down this weekend...for some unknown reasons really...i did alright for my GP...i had stuff to right...which is always something nice to know,nothing bad happened today..then why am i depresseD?i dont know...probably one of those mood swings..yes guys have mood swings too...anyway,been thinking bout ruishan mostly...she sent me a wrong msg...and i replied if she sent it to the wrong person...we replied each other for awhile..i cant believe how stupid i can get when it comes to talking to her...i spill out the most moronic questions..'did u go to ndp?'what kinda question was that?i cant believe i actually asked her that...when talking to her my mind goes blank and empty...is that what happens when u talk to the girl u like?does that happen to you people?at least me i guess...anyway,i was watching tv on my couch...relaxing and enjoying the rain splattering on the balcony when the door bell rang...my mom went to answer it and it was my dad's friend standin outside..saying that my dad's drunk and he's in the car..unable to move...not even able to be held up by 4 big men...so my mom and i had to go down and help out...i went down..expecting the worst...but it turned out much worse...he puked all over his friend's plain white shite and pants,and he himself was covered in puke as well...for a moment there i was stunned,amazed and shocked,pissed and ashamed all at the same time...my mom woke him up and the guys pulled him out of the car...he opened his eyes...all red...a friend of his asked me to help out...but i couldnt...i just stood there...why was i so useless?i wanted to help mom...i wanted to punch that asshole in the fact like i did and ask him to wake up again...but i couldnt..not in front of these guys...not in front of mom...i released my fist,and grasped my dad's arm and we dragged him onto the lift and up to my house...we threw him onto the sofa...and he fell dead asleep like a corpse...no much difference anyway...that drunken Fuck...(sorry..but i had to say that...)when the guys went out...they waved goodbye to my mom as she frantically apologised...i...still..said nothing...did nothing...they were all smiling and my mom as well..but i know deep inside my mom is screaming...my mom went in to take a towel and for a moment..i was alone in the livingroom with that lump of lart...i stared at the unconcious beast for awhile...i thought to myself,'why am i associated with someone like that?am i cursed?i am so different from my dad...i feel so ashamed sometimes that i am his son...why cant he at least think about the consequences of his action?the impact on others and not just himself?stop being so selfish for just once and wake up?'mom came back and cleaned dad up...and he,was dead....Fuck him...i dont care..he can snore his head off for all i care...as long as he leave me alone for the next 24 hrs i will be blessed...fuck him...fuck the beers...fuck tonight...fuck....