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" Cara-cara nak jadi puteh " 😆

tadi masa dekat sekolah, saya cerita dekat kwn saya mcm mana nk jadi puteh... saya pun ckp " awak... mcm mana nk jadi puteh?? " dia ckp tak tahu. kitaorg mmg gelap. yelah sunburn sbb sukan hari tu. lepastu saya ckp lah saya tahu.. saya ckp " mula2 awak tanam pokok cili.... " dia terus potong saya dan ckp " lepastu tanam, lepastu bila dh tumbuh, jual.. dah jual beli Qu Puteh Qu puteh dgn Pamoga. tak ke %%%%%%%  mcm tu.? saya terus ketawa mcm ni; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHABAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂


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