jhoora on haircut
today i was late for school because i had a dream about this...sigh...i ran out of adjectives to describe how amazing this girl from sunbconsciousland is...a long time ago....so let's just say that i was late for school because i had a dream about shiny...and i didn't want to wake up. for some odd reason she asked me to get a haircut...she said stubborn is fun...but not that much. so i thought fine...screw it...i'll get a haircut. it was a huge mistake from the start but who cares. i was surrounded by six people who were touching my hair and telling me what to do with them...i just wanted a freakin haircut...eventually they sent me home looking like a bitch. i will not be seen in public for the next four months at least. samson hoon main. delilah got my hair. my sister however is of the view that they're a bit more "liveable" i think i'm going to find a good jaw bone (of an ass) and beat the shit out of shiny. aaah shiny...phoosi.
good night. and good luck.
good night. and good luck.
posted by Duck at 7:26 AM
9 Comments:
i could not write a poem. so i made a terrible sketch of you. now sit and cry martin boy. one day i will show it to you.
im very bored with many days off from school, also it has been long since i threw breadcrumbs your way..i will call you haaansel from now on. or hans.
also. my ego has also been much abused as well in all of this. but i am shameless. and masochistic to some extent. hahaha. ok bye.
i\'ll call you chikna londa then. although boobed scavenger is pwrpjrgj
a sketch yes? yes?
a sketch?
a sketch you say?
yes?
you will show it to me one day? how about two day? today? today instead? instead? yes?
waiting for the eastern glow? that\'s a sunrise.
boobed scavenger is classic. but i think i have changed my mind and will refer to you as chitta kukkar.
you know the song...chitta kukkarr banerey teyyy. if you don't then just be a chitta little kukkarr.
haan yaar mainay sunna hai gana. but best nahin hai...best hai
kaalay hain to kya hua...dil wale hain.
(puppa to de de...hum kale hain)
hum tere tere tere chaahnay walay hain. woh extra line subliminal message tha.
the whore was cheap
but her lips were soft
not very charming
(uranus coughed)
i did it with her
on the window sill
on the bathroom floor
(she was on the pill)
the police didn\'t come
but twice did we
then she got paid
(got paid by me.)
merci...shuker al merci
pardon male
what\'s a kiev?
In recognition to his services to the country he has been awarded with the single greatest honour the government can bestow, that is, the nishaan-e-kukkar.
that is my subliminal message to you. if you can make out any deep symbolism then please let me know, because it makes no sense to me.
kiev is a chicken's boob stuffed with putrid cheese. chitta kukkar. i can also make it.
is that another poem about me? its beautiful. you are shakespeare's kukkar.
yeah sure you can be cheap hooker if you want to...
i\'ve always hated shakespeare. he never made any sense to me.
yes i bite my damn thumb at you sir.
my english teacher was a girl...so i could get away with anything in class...
i see you\'re running out of stuff to say...perhaps it is time you paid me a visit. i charge by the hour.
i am cheap hooker. i\'m downloading porn.
yaar i like chicken breast with cheese...buy me some and i\'ll go down on you...this is not a limited offer...just be shaved.
bored? you said bored...
email address do...i will send you a badly sung song...your ego will boost up. fiker na kerna...impress nahin ho gi...out hoon mostly...plus you can hear the shower suddenly being turned on in the background...i might have not been entirely sober when i made this. don\'t worry i don\'t care for boobs.
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