Start the day with me. Manong shouts my name in the morning. I'm Taho, by the way.
Yeah, you know me. I'm Fishball and I'm the queen bee of Filipino street food.
Did she just say that? I think I can speak for the whole Squidball community. We are so tired of being dubbed as the less hot version of fishballs.
I'm Kikiam and I'm not having any of this ball fight. I can be whatever I want—whether it's fish, shrimp or ground pork.
And besides we're all being dipped in the same line of sauces.
Hold it right there. The vinegar belongs to me. Kwek-Kwek here.
I know my name sounds funny but you should take me seriously or I'll call on my main bitch, Tokneneng.
Awww, such friendship. It reminds me of Isaw Baboy and I.
As for me, Isaw Manok, my family calls me IUD even if I'm a chicken's intestines.
Wow, I feel so left out. Let me walk away from this convo in my own grilled chicken feet. I'm the motherfucking Adidas, not the sneaker brand.
I'm not listening to any of this shit. I'm Walkman; not the sound device. Just pig ears that happen to look like the outdated gadget.
I can relate with being outdated! My name is Betamax. I was named after an '80s movie tape, for crying out loud. Why can't it be as direct to the point like 'grilled pork blood'?
I'm a bit offended by this name-shaming. They like to call me Dirty Ice Cream when I'm not even completely dirty to begin with.
Y'all being whiny. I say we caramelize all that shit. It works for me, Banana Cue.
And my wrapper-wearing banana BFF, Turon.
My Ice Scramble self is too cool for you all. Look how pretty in pink I am. Top that with chocolate sprinkles, powdered milk and marshmallows.
Nonsense. At the end of the day, you're not as great as a Balut like me.
