Morbid

In the second of tough questions that V asked me tonight was when she remarked about the smell of barbeque that wafted into her path when she got off the bus.

"There's a barbeque somewhere. Can smell." She said.

"Is it?" I replied, looking around earnestly. Ok, maybe not that earnest lah.

I saw an ambulance near her block. I pointed in the direction of the ambulance and remarked,

"Maybe somebody got burnt. It's human flesh burning that you are smelling." I said nonchalantly.

We both started laughing.

I thought abit. (2 seconds, max.)

And found our sense of humour rather morbid.

Nice!