what about my hair hain?? what about it?? kutti maa kay bachay what about it?
withdrawal is a bitch...today was bad...i don't like today...bad emails...very bad...make trouble for me. i am annoyed. people mess up and make me do horrendous things and then call me stupid and bastard and jolly old foolsy lord. went to school today...learned me somewhat all about synonios and antonios...synonym antonym in skans...we learn baby english because people suck their feet in skans when it comes to baba-e-angrezi ki khidmat aur maa ko akhrot. which reminds me of the fact that i was only just coming the back the to the school...when the mother and the khala descended unto us and whisked me away...whisked? then i.d. card...was handed over...then my mother tried to make me eat this very sad looking banana in alfatah...i did not enjoy that...it killed ego...i did not eat the banana...but i did say, "yaar amma kya taqleef hai???"
then she tried to make me eat kiri...cheese you know...do you know kiri cheese hain kutti kay bacho?? do you know kiri?? i ate kiri before you did....i didn't live in pakistan...i live in land of black gold...there was kiri there before there was kiri here...BIYATCH...screw your mother and her children...i hate your ugly faces...all of you...no exception...don't talk to me again...i'm a bad person...i hate children and monkeys and yet my name is monkey sometimes...nobody except God can type faster than me...
so anyhoo...there i was dodging kiri and banana (main cheengum khhaa rahha hoon maera sur na khao...bisti ho rahhi hai! said i to mother of mine)
then i was walking past these things and those things and wonderland what is this lo and behold all these women with ugly feet descend unto us and it was gross...how can someone have white pink face...and feet that look like they just won the cross country by running barefoot in manure???? how?? what happened??? hide your feet for the love of God and sanity...sanitation...anything...wear socks...i don't care...JUST DON'T WEAR SANDALS...i may be shallow blah blooh up yours...but ugly feet are ugly feet...you can't deny it...you know who you are...all of you out there...with genes of grey hounds and choorra yamdood's...STAND UP AND BE ACCOUNTED FOR UGLY PEEPULL...imagine all the people...with ugly feet would die...woohoohooh you may say i'm a dreamer...but i'm not the only one...i hope someday they'll go away...and leave behind room for us.
why are such women allowed to wear sandal type jooti??? ugly people should hide themselves for the greater good...greater good being horrible nightmares prevention...white faces...they paint their faces...it's annoying...only surma looks good...everything else is bakwaas...jao pirates of the caribbean daekho....even men look hot in surma...i will wear surma...stop me...makefun of me...i will say it is sunnat and have you arrested...and have your blog banned...women have no taste...the only reason why they're still permitted to co-exist on this planet is because they have boobies...no joke...also long hair...sometimes they're clean too. but what is cleanliness when you've got ugly feet hain???
people...listen to me...i'm weird...so i know this sort of thing...try to keep your colour contant...if you're white...stay white...if you're brown...or potty coloured...stay brown and potty coloured...war paint on face makes the feet look like alien body parts have taken over or something...ok? nice? good. and if you're very sure boy will not look at anything but your face...think again...or better yet...just not wear a shirt...then you are allowed to have ugly feet...i won't notice...actually i probably will...
i was in this shop...in this gymkhana...and these two boys were staring at me...which is nothing unusual...i have a billboard on my head that says "pith maaro maeri...ander daalo...aur ander please..." so anyhoo...i knew they wanted to either make fun of my hair or tell me they like it...i'm not kidding...that's all that people do around me all day long...one might think i'm being overly choopa about this...but it's not about choopa...this is a fact of nature...out of every two people i meet...one wants me to get a hair cut and lets me know...the other wants me to grow my hair long and lets me know...i grow weary of this silly game and soon i will just take my pants off and run away mad.
so these two boys were now staring and trying to get their nuts back to say what they wished to say...but then i thought that i'll just make this easier for them so we can all go home without any peeroblem...ok? so i went around back and came up at them from behind...finding me away from public...uno buoy comething upense and saysing,...i am liking your hair...is it the natural...??? (nice hairdo man...is it natural or did you get it ...er...done?) why do people use the word hairdo?? it's not a great word...it doesn';t convince me that yes your parents are liberal and you know angrezi and you are fluent in it...and i am at your kneees begging for more...go on...speak some more english...i have never such a luverly language before...please do go on mister darcy...fart in my face sir...tell me how to spak like you mister higgins...put marbles in my mouth...put your bollocks in as well if you please...the rain in spain will make me cum on your face...i know that doesn't rhyme...you know what else doesn't rhyme??? you were pushed out of your mother through the wrong hole you piece of shit...did that rhyme hain??? no thee boys were being nice...i just didn't like them because their uniform was clean and they had gel in the hair...with typical i want a bachi wali physique...typical...boys...you can throw a rock and eighty of these pseudo cool mutants of cable television will be crushed to death...that's it my young friend...pull out your shirt from your pants...push your pants down...that's it...girls like indie stuff...that's it...go on...mother humping mutants and nazis without jews to kill...hey...why not kill me??? i look like a jew...so anyhoo...i answered the boy's question...
HAAN NATURAL HAIN. said i without caps lock and smiling like batty boy and lefting awaying going home maader bleep. ok?
now i am home...i get horrendous email by jango shoes. curly haired people are annoying with annoying lives.
i haded the it into the seating in my class...back again in same class...result will cum on the next month but since the i the am the knowing that i will be the failing i desoided not to go to b module and just go back and sit in A module because i know i am going to fail...is that hard to digest hain??? i know i suck...i know i am failure boy now...although i never failed ever...but now i can't study...this is not medicine...i'm not becoming a doctor...no point to life...let's muck it up and beg for money for the rest of our miserable existence...die young i say...DIE YOUNG YOU CUNT!
can't die young...have too many sins on the scoreboard,...God will kick my ass...etc...note to self...make deal with God...
i hate free will...i wish i had none...i wish i were somebody's slave and they beat the crap out of me and gave me no rights...at least it'd improve the quality of mine songs...black people became whores when they weren't slaves anymore...DON'T TREAT BLACK PEOPLE WITH RESPECT AND EQUALITY...IT IS KILLING THEIR MUSIC...bring back bb king...bring back chuck berry...bring back the blues...damn you'se...damn you'se monkeys to hellllllllll.
jazz kahan gayya? what is hip hop??? what is rap??? what is this nonsense with large football shirts and gold dangling from every orifice...SUCK MY NUTS BLACK PEOPLE...go back in time and look at how your mommy used to pick cotton...and how you just pick your nose.
i want to be a slave...slaves have something to live for...slaves have dreams...slaves...are slaves...i will be God's slave...i'm a jesus freak apparently...and yet i can't stand the quranic channel...chanel?
je suis tres tres...mother fudging angry...pardones moi monseiur...ous est la cunt avec la big mouthh??? fouquet will have a heart attack.
patrice fouqet is une grande cunt majajan cock sucker...oui?
aah the good times...playing bingo in french...never winning...
this orange juice tastes like somebody added water to it...big mistake...do they not know that i am spoilt and have needs?
i am not happy today...and the next person who bothers me will get butt kicking and futon shoving upping in ass.
sigh...withdrawal is a bitch...this is pana's fault...it was never my intention to quit...goddamnit...I AM NOT HAPPY WITHOUT DRUGS...I CAN'T STAND MYSELF...CHILDREN WILL GO TO SLEEP NOW AND DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
then she tried to make me eat kiri...cheese you know...do you know kiri cheese hain kutti kay bacho?? do you know kiri?? i ate kiri before you did....i didn't live in pakistan...i live in land of black gold...there was kiri there before there was kiri here...BIYATCH...screw your mother and her children...i hate your ugly faces...all of you...no exception...don't talk to me again...i'm a bad person...i hate children and monkeys and yet my name is monkey sometimes...nobody except God can type faster than me...
so anyhoo...there i was dodging kiri and banana (main cheengum khhaa rahha hoon maera sur na khao...bisti ho rahhi hai! said i to mother of mine)
then i was walking past these things and those things and wonderland what is this lo and behold all these women with ugly feet descend unto us and it was gross...how can someone have white pink face...and feet that look like they just won the cross country by running barefoot in manure???? how?? what happened??? hide your feet for the love of God and sanity...sanitation...anything...wear socks...i don't care...JUST DON'T WEAR SANDALS...i may be shallow blah blooh up yours...but ugly feet are ugly feet...you can't deny it...you know who you are...all of you out there...with genes of grey hounds and choorra yamdood's...STAND UP AND BE ACCOUNTED FOR UGLY PEEPULL...imagine all the people...with ugly feet would die...woohoohooh you may say i'm a dreamer...but i'm not the only one...i hope someday they'll go away...and leave behind room for us.
why are such women allowed to wear sandal type jooti??? ugly people should hide themselves for the greater good...greater good being horrible nightmares prevention...white faces...they paint their faces...it's annoying...only surma looks good...everything else is bakwaas...jao pirates of the caribbean daekho....even men look hot in surma...i will wear surma...stop me...makefun of me...i will say it is sunnat and have you arrested...and have your blog banned...women have no taste...the only reason why they're still permitted to co-exist on this planet is because they have boobies...no joke...also long hair...sometimes they're clean too. but what is cleanliness when you've got ugly feet hain???
people...listen to me...i'm weird...so i know this sort of thing...try to keep your colour contant...if you're white...stay white...if you're brown...or potty coloured...stay brown and potty coloured...war paint on face makes the feet look like alien body parts have taken over or something...ok? nice? good. and if you're very sure boy will not look at anything but your face...think again...or better yet...just not wear a shirt...then you are allowed to have ugly feet...i won't notice...actually i probably will...
i was in this shop...in this gymkhana...and these two boys were staring at me...which is nothing unusual...i have a billboard on my head that says "pith maaro maeri...ander daalo...aur ander please..." so anyhoo...i knew they wanted to either make fun of my hair or tell me they like it...i'm not kidding...that's all that people do around me all day long...one might think i'm being overly choopa about this...but it's not about choopa...this is a fact of nature...out of every two people i meet...one wants me to get a hair cut and lets me know...the other wants me to grow my hair long and lets me know...i grow weary of this silly game and soon i will just take my pants off and run away mad.
so these two boys were now staring and trying to get their nuts back to say what they wished to say...but then i thought that i'll just make this easier for them so we can all go home without any peeroblem...ok? so i went around back and came up at them from behind...finding me away from public...uno buoy comething upense and saysing,...i am liking your hair...is it the natural...??? (nice hairdo man...is it natural or did you get it ...er...done?) why do people use the word hairdo?? it's not a great word...it doesn';t convince me that yes your parents are liberal and you know angrezi and you are fluent in it...and i am at your kneees begging for more...go on...speak some more english...i have never such a luverly language before...please do go on mister darcy...fart in my face sir...tell me how to spak like you mister higgins...put marbles in my mouth...put your bollocks in as well if you please...the rain in spain will make me cum on your face...i know that doesn't rhyme...you know what else doesn't rhyme??? you were pushed out of your mother through the wrong hole you piece of shit...did that rhyme hain??? no thee boys were being nice...i just didn't like them because their uniform was clean and they had gel in the hair...with typical i want a bachi wali physique...typical...boys...you can throw a rock and eighty of these pseudo cool mutants of cable television will be crushed to death...that's it my young friend...pull out your shirt from your pants...push your pants down...that's it...girls like indie stuff...that's it...go on...mother humping mutants and nazis without jews to kill...hey...why not kill me??? i look like a jew...so anyhoo...i answered the boy's question...
HAAN NATURAL HAIN. said i without caps lock and smiling like batty boy and lefting awaying going home maader bleep. ok?
now i am home...i get horrendous email by jango shoes. curly haired people are annoying with annoying lives.
i haded the it into the seating in my class...back again in same class...result will cum on the next month but since the i the am the knowing that i will be the failing i desoided not to go to b module and just go back and sit in A module because i know i am going to fail...is that hard to digest hain??? i know i suck...i know i am failure boy now...although i never failed ever...but now i can't study...this is not medicine...i'm not becoming a doctor...no point to life...let's muck it up and beg for money for the rest of our miserable existence...die young i say...DIE YOUNG YOU CUNT!
can't die young...have too many sins on the scoreboard,...God will kick my ass...etc...note to self...make deal with God...
i hate free will...i wish i had none...i wish i were somebody's slave and they beat the crap out of me and gave me no rights...at least it'd improve the quality of mine songs...black people became whores when they weren't slaves anymore...DON'T TREAT BLACK PEOPLE WITH RESPECT AND EQUALITY...IT IS KILLING THEIR MUSIC...bring back bb king...bring back chuck berry...bring back the blues...damn you'se...damn you'se monkeys to hellllllllll.
jazz kahan gayya? what is hip hop??? what is rap??? what is this nonsense with large football shirts and gold dangling from every orifice...SUCK MY NUTS BLACK PEOPLE...go back in time and look at how your mommy used to pick cotton...and how you just pick your nose.
i want to be a slave...slaves have something to live for...slaves have dreams...slaves...are slaves...i will be God's slave...i'm a jesus freak apparently...and yet i can't stand the quranic channel...chanel?
je suis tres tres...mother fudging angry...pardones moi monseiur...ous est la cunt avec la big mouthh??? fouquet will have a heart attack.
patrice fouqet is une grande cunt majajan cock sucker...oui?
aah the good times...playing bingo in french...never winning...
this orange juice tastes like somebody added water to it...big mistake...do they not know that i am spoilt and have needs?
i am not happy today...and the next person who bothers me will get butt kicking and futon shoving upping in ass.
sigh...withdrawal is a bitch...this is pana's fault...it was never my intention to quit...goddamnit...I AM NOT HAPPY WITHOUT DRUGS...I CAN'T STAND MYSELF...CHILDREN WILL GO TO SLEEP NOW AND DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
posted by Duck at 3:16 AM
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now that you have had your violent outburst would it be prudent for me to point out that i have violated the oath which i (reluctantly ofcourse)undertook to join the pious ranks of pana and thee in the way of abstinence? would it help matters if i mentioned the 500rupee worth of stash hidden in my cupboards 'Jai Maqsoosa'? this blog is asking me to choose an identity. would you deem that necessary dear martin?
martin pale
aadha male
identity?
i have no idea what that means.
500...hmmm...it\'s quite possible that we might have to...adjust our...morals...
i think...weekend...sure. prolly earlier...my will power is like a loose prosty.
also...may i beg forgiveness for boring you with unentertaining bullshit...i\'m in one of those zones where i get obsessed with one lame idea and hump it till it\'s raw. man would i like to hump it till it\'s raw.
Silently watching I spent my time and then realized that my silence which had meant so much to me had lost its significance…I was losing my own battle. No more axes for sorry people who’d rather ride away than chop a few useless limbs. Time is not my favorite animal and the next person who wastes mine by trying to make me sit and listen to a lot of horse crap about ‘free will’ might get his limbs chopped off. I have no concerns regarding our choices…about the fate of mankind…and whether God exists or not…it’s all irrelevant…it is boring…I am not curious about stuff that has as much to do with me as billionaire kings of distant galaxies. I am too fascinating to be fascinated by vague concepts of bullshit that greater men than what my generation has to offer, created to pass their time.
People who have no idea should not be encouraged to debate. I happen to be clueless…and ignorance is bliss…I learnt that after I learnt.
The flag of religion appeals to me. Any flag appeals to me. Unity appeals to me…mindless mutant sexual activity appeals to me. Heaven appeals to me more. I’m a boy…leave me be.
I am not as arrogant as I seem to be…I am far more. Only someone who knows himself can admit that another is his better…I feel no shame and my ego feels no hurt when I know that I am not as powerful as some…because I know exactly what my powers are…sometimes I can use them to my advantage…however since I am plagued by constant contradictions…let me therefore clarify that I have absolutely no idea what my powers are. I just run around in a cape hoping that one of these days, by jumping off a cliff, I will learn to fly. Incidentally…I know what it’s like to fly…which is why I want to try that again…ignorance is bliss…I learnt that after I learnt.
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