The Curse of The PSP

Once upon a time, there were a family; they lived together under one roof for they have no other choice. There was lots of laughter equal to lots of abuse, and exchanging of foul words towards each other on a daily basis.

Then one by one they began to leave the house, for each had found their own career and life. Some were more successful than others, but they will always get together at least once a year. The old house will be lit up, now sounds of children voices, happily playing, running around in the garden, and not forgetting like their parents, they too fight with each other. They even fight over the simplest of things like food. They were the next generation. Yet the squabbling among the parents never ceased to diminish.

On one occasion one of the young lads had brought home a new PSP, yeah not all the other parents could afford to get their children the same game. So the young lad became the center of attention for the rest of the cousins, for when he becomes bored of playing, they will get the opportunity to have a feel at the PSP.

As the story goes, the PSP suddenly went missing; no one knew where it went or who was hiding it. But tongues started lashing, fingers started pointing, accusation became wild, and the house became so chaotic because of one fucking PSP.

Those who felt the heat were feeling their ass on fire, the poor old grandfather deep in thought trying his best to pacify the situation. I guess his prayers were answered, the idiot who hid the PSP suddenly owned up that all the time that he was keeping it for his son. End of story, so they thought, but people have feelings, many were scared but no one dared to confront the truth.

What the idiot forgot is that the Lord is watching, the tears of the accused never stop falling even when they are in prayers. The PSP curse had just begun.

One night while they were soundly sleeping, uninvited robbers came to their crib. No one knew exactly what really happened, they were too deep in their sleep, may be they were in uncle scrooge's safety box, with shining gold and crisp sound of the greens. The robbers had a fun time.

I wonder if the owner of the house starts to be suspicious again after the intruder’s incident, for the PSP was the very thing that got stolen…………….. ha ha ha

Yes, the curse of the PSP.