My blog.
I’m holding it with iron fingers. Not letting it breathe. It’s a momentary phase. It’ll pass. It’ll pass.
Poopers. Thrice in a day is obsessive.
That’s it. Fark off.
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it’s a lot healthier than sulking.
About Me
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- To be a bird and shit on all that I fly past.
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Sites I Like
Fellow Bloggers
- Barnsley Girl
- Beatnik Witness
- Being Saif
- Blog Ma
- Bob the Biker
- Crapper Man
- Deep as the Debo Blue
- Delhi Divas
- Derring Do's moon turns purple
- Houseband
- Hyde Storyteller
- Julia Star Trekker
- Lost
- Lovely Lizza
- Mister Dutta
- My Favourite Tippler Boy
- Nice Old Spice [New]
- Nice Old Spice [original]
- Nonsense Boy
- Ponderer
- Prom Bwoy
- Prude
- Rajiv Mudgal's site
- Whiskey Cellar
- Winding Faith
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July
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- Bowel Ballad
- War
- Before & After: The two lives of Dr. Halo and Mr. ...
- I’m stalking
- The indignity of being a world famous writer
- Stars in the eyes of a wannabe melancholy whore
- Daymare at my desk
- potty posy prose: Head
- Aisa Kaisa Waisa part 2:
- Savage garden
- Death by chocolate
- Aisa waisa kaisa: What if?
- Lunatic lizard lover
- Shining through their arses
- Oasis on a chaddi: Thousand and one magical nights...
- Smorgasbord
- Childhood
- One glance
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2 comments:
as someone exaltedly wise and wisely arsey once said.
farking poopy.
and parsely is indeed, gharsely.
kind of a metro-politan thought, eh.
and the reason why im awake at half ten on sunday morning is because i bleddy didnt sleep only. again. insert choice hindi cuss word.
oh bleddy noh!
this nonsense metro. I'm going to shoot it. and arrange it such that politan is arrested.
to update, my blog-stalking is progressing nicely. No sleep last night is a recurrent theme across cities. we're in office. tweaking arsey bytes.
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