MOM = WOW

Maricel (Joey's mom) kisses Joey and he reacts: EEEEK!

MARICEL: What? Why “eeek”? You mean I’m an “eeek”?

JOEY: Ay, sorry mom. No you’re not an eek. You’re a WOW.

An "F" in PE

MARICEL: I need to start exercising. I need to lose weight.

JOEY: You should’ve paid more attention in PE

Some day her prince will come

JOEY: Let’s pray for Ate’s husband. That he will be thoughtful and kind, doesn’t drink, that he cares what’s on Ate’s mind, and most of all, that he loves and cares about God. Also that he’ll come home early to take care of his kids and Ate when she’s sick, and that he’ll jump in front of a bullet to save her.

I texted Maricel that Joey’s either wants a bodyguard or Superman for his Ate. He’s also praying that his Ate’s husband will not be from advertising, considering he prayed for someone who will be able to come home early.

CUT-TO: MANHOOD

The day before Joey’s circumcision...
JOEY: So, I am going to be a man tomorrow, Mama?

The day after….
JOEY: Can I have a piece of my foreskin? I can feed it to Jack. (Jack is his pet dog)

Maricel texted Joey’s request to his doctor. The doctor replied:
DR.NAP: You can dry it, stretch, and make it a keychain.

Joey the BladeMaster



MMS from Maricel: Joey was inspired by the Final Fantasy animation movie. He made the design. Recycled old foam board from a Fine Arts project of mine. He got our helper to help cut it out. Written on the blade, in curlicue font:
Thy rod and Thy staff
they comfort me.
Expect this weapon would not be
a comfort to its victims.

the B-I-R-D-S and the B-E-E-S

JOEY: Mom, ate(big sister) was 13 when you got me?

MOM: Yup. Why?

JOEY: When I am 13, can you give me a baby brother or baby sister?

MOM: Let's pray about that.

JOEY: Mom, you still have blood, right? When I'm 13, you can dad can have S-E-X and then I can have a baby brother or baby sister.

MOM: Why do you want one?

JOEY: So, I can practice for when I'm a dad (makes motions to rock a baby).

TOO PUNCTUAL

JOEY: (to the driver) C'mon Eddie! Hurry! We're late for being early!

The Frog and The Flies
Written by Jose Angelo Vicente P. Arenas

Come, come, said the great green frog
Come, all flies, into the misty fog!
With a grin on his face, he made a plan
He planned for a fly race
The race would be fast, as he said, Tout de suite!
The frog leaped in front of the finish line
Watching and waiting
For the flies to start to fly
As they started the race,
All the flies flew at a great pace
As they approached the finish line
The frog leaped out, crying, You are all mine!
The flies were quick, they put up a fight
But the frog was strong, he had lots of might
Up to now, the legend lives on
The story of the noble flies that died that day
But the frog who ate them
Had nowhere to stay
Because his big fat belly
Was filled with fly flambé.

VOCABULARY WORDS

(Joey was trying to get his dad's attention and his dad pretended to not know who he was.)

JOEY: Dad, ano ba! Do you have anoesthesia? I'm your son, remember?

MOM: Isn't is amnesia?

JULIA: Kaya pala it sounded too long.