A: I am Najib’s underwear.
A: He knows Altantuya. He met her in Singapore.
B: Who’ll believe you? You’re not his only underwear. How do you know for sure?
A: I just know.
B: I say he never met Altantuya. Not in Singapore, not in Mongolia, not in France. Not even in his dreams.
A: How do you know?
B: I am his cock.
A felt insulted, embarassed even.
B: Come on, didn’t you hear me talk cock?
* Moral of the story: Unless you are Najib’s cock or balls (unless you sleep with him and follow him everywhere, into the toilet as well, you wouldn’t know EVERYTHING about him, would you?
KEKEKEKEKEKEEKEKEKEEEEEEEEEE! Thank God it’s Friday.