Many, many, many, many, MANY seconds after the their third and most recent fagfest, Tuhin Parhi, Prakhar Pramod and Veturi Sundara Karthik were walking down on a very long Ghaziabady bridge, fagging. All of a sudden, cops came out of nowhere and hurried towards them to seize them. Like the fine friends that they are, Karthik and Prakhar pushed Tuhin towards the cops and jumped over the bridge themselves.
Tuhin Parhi was arrested. The dirty asswipes got away.
Because Mr. Parhi’s defense was fast asleep during the trial - - -
The Final Verdict: Guilty, of achieving the ultimate ‘feel’.
Orr, because of smoking underage. But, whatever.
After a small security check up, Doctors took X-rays of Tuhin, and one of the Child Specialists asked him to join him in his clinic.
D: Son, do you smoke?
T: Uhhh..
D: Do you?
T: Uhhh..
D: I have drugs, you know. Hauffman Reagent, Acid. Ecstasy, Acid and all.
T: (Contemplating) Uhhh..
D: I also have the prescription to give them to you. Legally.
T: I used to smoke sometimes in social events, but then I quit for a LONG while, and then came that Twenty20 Pakistan Vs. India Cricket World Championship game, so some Bihari called me and some Mallu over to his place for a fagfest. I didn’t quite know what that term meant, but I went there anyway. What I learnt, basically was that fagfests bring out THE ultimate feel of fags, music, all of us three, and Prerit Pramod, who is our god as well as that Bihari’s elder brother. Nuff’ said. It’s such a trip that none of us can describe it. Because of its success, we held another one, and then another one. So basically, I smoked some in these fagfests.
D: Some?
T: Yes, some. And just for the record, that mallu dude came up with the term ‘fagfest’.
D: Are you sure?
T: Yes, I’m sure he came up with the term. I mean that other laloo dude might have joked about it once or twice, that he came up with it, but that was just to piss that Rajni guy-
D: (Interrupting) I meant the cigarettes, son.
T: Uhhh..
D: You might want to stop doing that.
T: Uhhh..
D: I have forceps, and you just have one testicle left.
T: Yes, I’m sure I had only a few cigarettes.
D: Few, you say?
T: Yes, few I say.
D: Your lungs.
T: My lungs?.
D: Yes, your lungs, son.
T: Eh? What about them?
D: They’re black.
T: Uhhh..
D: They’re black. Your lungs are black. Black.
T: You’re fucking kidding me, right?
D: (Psychotic Laughter) Hehe.
T: Oh thank g-
D: (Interrupting) No. They are black. I AM sorry, though. It was quite surprising, considering tha-
T: So, wait. Hold on a fucking minute. Am I going to die?
D: Well, we doctors are really not supposed to tell you patients these things directly.
T: Motherfucker! You JUST did! Fuck! I AM gonna die.
D. Hehe. Yes, quite painfully, while we’re hovering around that topic.
T: Aye! Fuck you, bitch! Isn’t there anything you can do about it? Some prescriptions, surgery, pills?
D: Oh, I think you already have enough pills, son.
T: I’m serious here, motherfucker! Isn’t there anything you can do, or maybe I? Give me some kind of hope doctor, I’m fucking tripping here!
D: Hehe. Nah, you will definitely die. Painfully. Also, you will be sent to jail, and given no treatment till you fucking bleed to death. Feel, na?
T: Oh my fucking God! What will my parents think?
D: Not much, I’d say. They’ll probably go out have dinner, enjoy their time off you.
T: Well, considering the pain in the arse that I really am.. Hey! What the fuck am I saying! My parents love me! FUCK YOU!
D: (Very, VERY sarcastically) Ah, yes, I’m sure they do. And by the way, there IS something you can do!
T: (Unconvinced) Like what? Give you the address’s of the other two members and take them down with me?
D: You’re catching up, son!
T: (Pompous, with a huge smile) Hahaha! You dirty motherfucker! I knew that one was coming, hahahaha!
D: Ayo! Gimme some!
*High Fives*
T: Nah, I can’t do that They mean a whole lot to me. I’m sorry, bro.
D: Wow, that’s really something grea-
T: (Interrupting) Just kidding, nigga!
D: Hahaha, now that’s the stuff motherfucker, yeah! You’re out for now, do take care.
T: Fo’shizzle! You know, You ain’t all that bad, nigga’
D: That’s because unlike you and the other two members of your infamous ‘fagfests’, I do have a life. I have a fucking M.B.B.S, bitch! You all, on the other hand, wake up till 6 in the morning, smoking you butts off, talking about ANYTHING, ANYTHING but useful, on that littel idiots rooftop, tripping, dancing, jumping, headbanging, listening to Psy and Rock, wasting away your lives and careers in ashes and fag-talk. Apparently, you three believe that that really, really, handsome Bihari kids elder brother is your God. Why the fuck don’t you ever pursue all the superior things he has done in his life? Huh? Instead of that you make him stay up with you three dumfucktards for almost half of the fest and waste his very precious time! Tell me why, you fucking no lifer!
T: (Unzipping his pants) Uhhh?
D: WHAT IN THE WORLD WERE YOU DOING? WHAT’S THAT SMELL? WHAT’S THAT IN YOUR HAND?!
T: (With a wry smile) Gimme a break, doc, you’re fucking boring, and I’m gonna fucking die.
D: You incorrigible idiot! Get the fuck out off here!
T: Aight, man! Nice talking to you, nigga.
D: (Cooling down) Calling me nigga won’t make your death any less painful for you, you know.
T: (Outside the Clinic) Fucker.
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Ok, so, my point basically is that Fagfest pwn. You might try to relive it, but you can’t. Even though you will never have the ULTIMATE trip, but you might be able to achieve – 0.25 % of the feel we have. MIGHT. Here’s what you need:-
- The Lord. Our Lord. Prerit Pramod, Electrical Engeneering,
- Tuhin Parhi’s ejaculate.. Uhh I mean immaculate sense of music, which includes genres ranging from the initials a-tofucking-z, mixed with the PERFECT timing of song changing depending on your mood during the fest, which every so often fluctuates.
- Karthik and Prakhar’s love for Tuhin’s immaculate sense of music, fags, fag-talk, The Lord, my house.
- Well, all the people mentioned above.
- Of course I won’t give away the ‘main’ elements. I mean, this is just a teaser. Shcrew you all!
DISCLAIMER: The above mentioned 'writing' is just like Himesh Reshamiyas Movie. You saw it for getting an answer to something that you really didn't care about, and after you were done, the questions that you wanted answered, were not answered.
Uhhh.
I’m off!
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