Thursday, November 18, 2004

There he goes again about dogs

You can groan, you can run, you can hide, but I'm going to talk about dogs some more.

These days I am a bit troubled, vexed, worried and concerned. I suspect my lil puppy Selfish will grow up to be gay, coz he is obsessed with my crotch and wants to bury his nose in it all the time... it is so embarassing, and cannot even be ignored. Also this guy is so weird he specifically hunts out my underwears from the heap of clothes to be ironed/washed, lays it on the floor and sits on it wagging his tail as if he found some treasure.... stupid dog!!

What makes me more edgy is that recently a dumbstruck friend of mine saw a dog mounting a dog and made this rather keen observation, "Not only have these stray dogs come out of their kennels, they have come out of the closet too." Will Selfish mount dogs or bitches?

And that only reminds me of that day when I once saw a stray dog masturbating, he was doing it to the air....

Anyway, hope you guys have a great day and dont fret!

Saturday, November 13, 2004

Random Disconnected Thoughts

There ought to be a limit to:-

a) The number of people who come to give condolences to a lady who has recently lost her husband. They ought to come only for a day or two, and not for one whole month and making her go over the loss again and again, and watch her cry.

b) The sound levels of firecrackers. Deafening ones need to be abolished. Silent fireworks are so much more prudent. And an absolute ban on noisy festivities of any variety after 10pm.

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The following people need to be slapped across their faces repeatedly till they froth at their mouths and resemble a disturbed custard pudding.

a) People who drive very expensive luxury cars, and then stop at signals, open the door and spit out long threads of paan mastications on the road.

b) People who judge your friends and acquaintences by the way they look and the clothes they wear. Shallow Hals!

c) People who encourage beggars as a matter of prestige