Ujan ayam, cu...

Percakapan jam 2 pagi antara gue dan... temen gue

temen gue: eh eh........ gw dah mulai merem2 nih
gue: wah...
gue: tandanya apa tuh mbah??
temen gue: tandanya besok ujan ayam cu.....
gue: aduuuuh...
gue: padahal saya besok musti kerja
gue: kan repot gali kubur kalo lagi ujan ayam mbah
temen gue: ya kata pepatah, siap2 payung...
temen gue: kalo kali ini siap2 wajan
temen gue: :P
gue: payung saya bolong semua gara2 ujan kambing terakhir mbah
temen gue: waduh.... ujan kambing....
gue: itu pertanda dolar naek kan?
temen gue: ya masih mending daripada kalo mbah ampe ngiler....
temen gue: bisa ujan sapi ntar cu



Moralnya, jangan ngobrol sama orang gila pagi". Apalagi kalo lusa udah mau exam.

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