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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

The Rainmaker

Monsoon have hit us/me hard with skiddy roads, muddy potholes, humid weather, sticky skin.
Nonetheless its the month of my birthday so I "should" be happy with whatever comes my way.
Road have been strips of hell, itching to throw me off my bike and hence end my discovery with the discover.
Moving on to professional life, I am now looking for a job to fill in as an intern for which i'll be getting a meagre pay, not to mention I will be handing it over to my old white haired mother or buy her a saree, i feel so happy now that i don't have an evil mafia brother with the "bangla", "Bank balance", and "gadi".

Now coming to love/lust life. Girls in my college only frustrate me more, I never knew beauty could be so painful. Suddenly i wish there were uglier girls around me and the pretty ones would be limited to porn to whom i can shag away.
The girls in my college, their smile, their fixing their hair which again carelessy drops to their face or in some cases carressed their breasts, their expensive vogue, their ignoring my presence as if i were non existent makes me all the more frustrated which equals to further testosterone overdrive. Frustration= horny bastard, our urge to shag during exams was boosted or what.

With my dejected and rejected state i can only think of vengeance with diligence(i am getting good with these nursery rhymes, Oscar Wilde in the making).
But now i can only think of squeeeeezzing the mammary glands or silicon jellies out of those big breasted bitches who don't pay any heed to the all so handsome me.
God am i becoming gay or i just hate good looking bitches. How can they ignore me (i speak for one and all though) with my "gym"ed body ( Rs 600 month), UCB shirt(RS 1600), UCB jeans (Rs 2500), Nike sandals (Rs 3500), so all that comes up to Rs 8200 how can anybody ignore Rs 8200 worth of me, worth of pure decorations to lure girls for sex, needless to say some people bear heavier losses.
Anyway i need to start thinking of prospects, one girl called Pooja is on my hitlist, she is from Aditya's college, dancer girl, a fetish which i always had, I would love to see her do topless somersaults with her assets bouncing here and there, I really wish she could also do naked splits on my organ, anyway too much of dreaming I need to meet her first hopefully (beard plucker, toe nail eater and calling me a belly sniffer) Aditya would do that much for me.