Yeah yeah, this blog was getting bored, so it sort of messaged me... Hey, dudette, what about a post?
So there I have to write up something to please him. Panu is getting angry.
I checked this particular site, and I laughed till I fell off the chair... http://houseoffame.blogspot.com/
Extremely funny, I say.
So well, I was supposed to write something or the other. What was it? Oh, yes, You know, so it was Sunday night, and Cassini's Division [Typo corrected, Duchess!!!] was on full blast, and Trina, my friend, suddenly dumped a fistful of cigarette butts on my head. I was damn furious, wanted to poke out her eyes, or at least pull out her eyebrow stud, but Abir, my friend, and partner (who had enough vodka in him to pass off as a Russian) stopped me at it. So I decided to leave the show early, but somehow got late because Munkky was being adviced on the finer points of quizzing. Munkky looked suitably helpless, and ran away as soon as he could.
Abir, looking for the next victim, turned towards me.
I led him towards the general direction of KFC. As we were about to cross the street, Abir spotted a random kid of around 17 wearing a silver hat.
But the damage was done.
"I hate your hat, Man."
I dragged him off to KFC, and as I was about to order, there was a polite "hehek-khiyuuz-mee-hee-hee" behind us.
And the kid lectured Abir for nearly five minutes on how he was drunk, and thats why this "BEEEG MAN" was letting him go, simply because he had a girl with him. The kid was almost 4 feet 10 inches, and Abir was roughly a feet taller.
Poor Abir. He took it all in, with an insolent "SO?"
And after the kid left, he hung his head in shame.
Oh no, that was the Vodka.