Sweet Luuuurve

Sana

What do you get when you cross a chinese orangutan and a chemistry professor? *refer to footnote*

A rockstar who thinks he has the nicest band aids! No pun intended.

For the people who got that, congratulations on your realisation (which has indeed come a little late in life for you to care, or more importantly and sadly, to make amends!) that you are a loser since you stalk one or both of 2 really sad people and for those who didn't, don't fret, you will be loser too and soon as you are not cool enough to join the league of extraordinary gentlemen and gentle women who get our jokes.

Since Jun's and my brains work faster than a computer just like Chacha Choudhary's I will now be randomly switching topics through the post.

Switch.

Ladies and gentlemen, a volcano has erupted in some obscure part of the world (and by that I don't mean Jun just farted!), since I just offended Sabu (the tall dude who has come to earth from Jupiter in the Chacha Chaudhary comics, you firang dudes) for making such a sad joke.

Having talked about classic Indian literature that shapes the Indian youth, I will now go drown myself in a glass of water while Jun sleeps merrily (with his mouth open ofcourse!) in his mansion!

Sigh!

Goodnight and God bless.

Footnote: Confucius says, you are the president of the losers who like to be anonymous club... actually waited for a footnote, cheese, but what the hell, Jun got new Peter Parker glasses AND THE JOKE WAS ON HIM YIIIIIDIOT!

Footnote's footnote: This is probably the most boring post I have ever written, buck up Jun, we are still competing!

Jun

Seeing the daughter's apparent lack of humor, combined with a blatant disregard for the feelings of Nepali Gorkhas, I have taken it upon myself to shave her eyebrows. Now the thing is, this morning I came to office with 6 minor shaving wounds. So it is likely that Sana may lose whatever little eyesight her frail body hastens to provide her.

And in other related news, we are making preparations for a Bharat Darshan tour that will take us all across the small towns and villages of our great, and often smelly, country. It promises to be fun, and profitable for deodorant companies.

Have you ever wondered why sometimes you want to potty, but you don't want to at the same time? It's like the potty is stuck in your bum, and you know it wants to get out, but its shy. So no matter how much you cajole it, talk to it gently, whisper sweet nothings in its ear, it just wont come out. And then, just when you want to urgently do something really exciting like watch porn or something, Mr. Potty decides to make an Irish beggar's exit. The ungrateful whore decides to depart just at the very moment the busty blonde is flicking back her hair as she begins to approach Australia.

Goddamn crap.

Somehow if you spend some time with the venerable daughter, and then with the doting father, it will come to your notice that all that remained of frivolous sanity will soon take your leave. Just like your reticent turd.

So make sure you don't get too excited.