OK. It has been a very long time since I tried to torture people with my more than funny jokes. A joke is a joke and a joke is meant to make you laugh. Right? And that is what makes me special. Isn’t it? (A smart (and proud) grin on the face 😛 )
Only a few days back I lost my mobile phone. I am sorry Papa. I said and asked him to buy me a blackberry. And he was like. He said OK son, I will buy you one. And the very next day, he got me a blackberry. And asked me to wash it before eating it.
Poor joke. Eh?
I have this very peculiar habit of exhibiting the male population around me that I am a gay. Yes. You are listening it right. But I am not a gay. Let me make it very clear. It’s just I support this particular section of society. In fact let me tell you an interesting story. Once I was telling a boy a story. The story was about a gay called John who wanted to have transplant to show his love towards his lover. I intend to keep the other’s name discreet for the fear of being socially tabooed. The boy called me a liar and said that it could not happen. I told him it had not and it was just a story. So the gay had a transplant and thus showed his love to his lover. Oh sorry it should be her….
Ok. I know you are getting bored now. I know it’s hard for me to keep my readers glued to my pages anymore. May be it is the quality. But I sincerely feel that it is lack of inspiration which has inflicted upon me ever since I switched from Fevicol to Fevistic. I find it too much sleek…
Only yesterday I had a geeky talk with one of my coworkers Mr. kondy. He said that Mr. J L Nehru was a bad man. Even I had thought that he was right. But then Mr. M K Gandhi was a bad man too. The world has been full of bad men, the exception being ofcourse…You know, yours truly….Talking of bad men in the political hemisphere, I sincerely feel that Mr. Thakrey should replace Mr. ManMohan as our prime minister.
Ok. I am now clearly able to sense your anguish. But I salute you. Bravo. You have done an incredible job by reaching this line. I like to torture people. Frankly speaking, it is what I do when I feel creepy.
When in doubt, act foolish….