To whom it may concern:-
It’s hard to talk ‘bout a SPECIFIC bunch of people, ‘cuz you know that the unspecific ones will take it personally. And it’ll take a lot of ass kissing to make up for it. But I don’t care. But I don’t like ass either. So if you don’t like this, make sure you go fuck yourselves.
I have a
Well, 6, really. And I won’t take names. Just nicks. The ones I gave them.
Let’s kick off down south; Veturi. He thinks he’s so cool. Just like nariyal ki chutney. But you’re not. So, stop being so utthapam about it. He doesn’t even have a soul. Well, no southy does, but whatever; We call ‘im dosa. Actually, I called him dosa, made him cry, and soon enough he accepted it and let everyone else call ‘im dosa. And now he wants it trade-marked and reserved. He thinks he actually dosa-rves it. (Get it, ‘deserve’) *Ahem* So, anyway, he once said.. *Starts laughing* hahahahahaah.. Ahahahahha.. OMG OMG.. Lol!! *sniff* It was SO funny!
Also, You fucking cheap ass Madvadi! Sometimes, just SOMETIMES, spend your own damn money @ Subway. I know you’re prolly thinking, ‘ I DO! I DO!’.
You don’t. Nuh-uh-uhhhh, you don’t!
Shh!
Just, shh!
Lil’ ol’ ‘batty. The main man. He just pwns SO much. SO much. So funny, so, SO funny, not so-so funny, SO funny. (Not funny) He’s probably the ONLY fag (yes, fag, not really, but yes, fag) who actually gets my humor. And my brothers humor. Well. My bro is all about the ‘bauz’. I’m more like classy, advanced, perfectly timed (Who the fuck were we talkin’ bout anyway?) Oh yeah, that guy. He’s fucking obsessed with protein. (Weird? I think not.) Whenever he comes to my house (Every weekend) to eat my food, drink my coke, take BEE-Aii-GEE dumps on MY commode, he always comments on how crappy MY comp is, how my family only eats chicken and roti EVERY damn night. It’s good food, bitch! What do you fucking want - - > One portion roti/chicken/daal and one portion protein?! Fuck you! And stop filling your pockets with aloo paranthas before leaving my house!
Btw, he pwns at basketball. Can hardly dribble, score or act like he can dribble, score. But yes, pwns at basketball.
Yeah yeah, you pwn in defence, yada, yada, yada :P
Doper. Waaazzzzzaaaaa!!! The ultimate cock-sucker. Has got almost laid by a lot of chicks; And therefore, (according to him) he almost ‘not’ a virgin.
Just cause you score better than me in Counter Strike online, and beat my ass one-o-one and pretty much pwn me when we are against each other in crowded teams, does NOT make you better than moi!well, just mayyybeee. But whatever, I got Steam, and you don’t, so fuck you :D. Once again.
The tall ‘thing’. Surprisingly has had two girlfriends. And is going out with one. Known for basketball in our school, or rather ‘baaaaskaaaaaaatbaaaalll’. (if you ain’t in AFBBS, you probably won’t get this). So dumb, it’s un-fucking-believable, and almost as tall.
He has claimed to have dunked the ball twice. But never in front of anyone. Somehow, SOMEHOW, he always manages to dunk when NOBODY’s around. Little 4 foot worms can guard him, AND score ova him. Believe you me, I know; I was one of ‘em. All in all he ISNAUTGOOD. *Ross type, speedy voice*
Ask him to set-up girl for you and give her the HINT that you have a crush on her, he’ll go ahead and go ,”Oooiiii beeeinchudd! Prakhar loves you, beeinchuud! Layy lee beeinchud!”
Bhanchod, saala.
Pilla.
Nkool and Brit boy. The former has no time for reading dim-witted, shitless blogs. The latter doesn’t have an internet connection, or a life. So, fuck you both.
As for my bro. he’s all ‘wow’. He’s a fucking genius; I almost live my life through his ‘teachings’. Satan pushed him all the way up cuz everyone started following him instead. He’s my god. God, I tell ya! Everyone hates him, cuz he’s jusht sho cooh.. Yet, they worship him, and lick his bauz.
As Veturi well knows, if he asks me to make him a sandwich at 6 in the morning, I will, if he asks me to bend over, I will, if he asks me to run naked in front of Apollo hospital and yell ,”I’m the devil! Run, motherfuckers! Save yo arses!” (Never happened :|), I’ll do them ALL, magarr, main CHAMCHA NAHEE HOON!
Tosh deez, thanks for all the stories. Get your Harry Potter type glasses back. They had class. Trust me. I have decency. I just did that Apollo hospital thing once.
She thinks she’s fat, and has the nerve to say shit like ‘Ohh Mishy, main kitneee motii hoon, look at my double chin!’ in FRONT of me! Wtf?! I have more chins than a Chinese phone book, bitch! What the FUCK are YOU whining about?!
By the way, she ain’t fat. At ALL. That also doesn’t mean you can just go ahead and date her without hesitation. She has principles, like for example, the last guy who asked her out is still locked in my old apartment, hanging by his balls, which are nailed to the ceiling.
Why does this remind me of a certain someones orkut profile :P
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