Ramballing as in Rambling
What’s with British people and Zombies? Fucking, wasted my $9 over that shit movie—28 Weeks Later. Worse, I still have that bad taste lingering in my head, senseless gore and graphics. Looks like the sun has entirely set on the
British Empire, the best they could do is Monty Python or hordes of Zombie movies. But have to give them one thing—music, they still have a better sense than Americans. The other day I was watching TV, and pbs had ‘
Faulty
Tower’ running, if you remember the British serial, Nepal TV used to run those on Saturdays. It was pretty funny, but ugly people. Sorry, Queen. Beside, Elizabeth Hurley, everyone there seems to be characters out of Charles Dickens novels. Eh! Enough of dishing English people, just because they make bad movies. Last week was the movie week for me; I watched all the movies running on TV. Watched Lord of The Rings for 81st times, Matrix for 145th times, The Chronicles of Riddick 28th times, Scent of a Women for 30th times and Dead Poet’s Society for 25th times, well, you got my point. So, this week, I have made a contract with my flat mates, that if they catch me watching TV for more than 30 minutes in one sitting, I will scrub the toilet bowls. That has kept me away from TV for at least last two days. Remarkable feats need remarkable determination. Nothing interesting happening in my life, very bland. The major event could be–my passport expired, had to make a new one. Downloaded an application form from the Nepali Embassy in the
US. Their site has been under construction over one year, probably they are also waiting for the CA election, back home to fix it. The queries in the forms are very ridiculous. Color of my hair, eyes, my complexion etc. etc. full of irrelevant information. 99% of Nepalis’ hair color would be black, with a few exceptions of albino, and eye color brown. If these characteristics are so prevalent, why have it there? What’s the purpose? I was baffled, when I had to fill in my complexion. What am I by Nepali standard? In my previous passport, I had, Olive. What would be the people of Taria? Oliver, Olivest? I presume, they go by dark—light dark, kharani dark or charcoal dark.
I believe; the whole idea of this information is to identify, which population demography you fall into, not certainly for lost and found. A description like this wouldn’t help: A gentleman with black hair, brown eyes, olive skin, and of height 5 feet 2 inches, lost his passport in Ward No. 4, please, return if found. That would fit for all the Pahadis men. Fucking idiots of coveted Foreign Services, haven’t they heard of the word called ETHNICITY? That single query would have sufficed. And, the most amusing one was: Any peculiarities? With a big box to fill in, I was very tempted to fill in these, but I didn’t, since I needed to get my passport back.My peculiarities, not necessarily in order:
- I hate Vyantak ko tarakari.
- I get bad dreams when I am constipated.
- I would want my girl friend to wear edible undergarments, possibly sprinkled with vanilla.
- I can fart and sneeze at the same time.
- And many more…
Surprisingly, I got my passport back in two weeks, as stipulated. For another ten years, I don’t have to answer these questions. So happy.
I like vyanta.
When there is nightfall (in my entire life it has happened three times only), there is something nasty happening in the dream.
You may want her to suck your animal also.
Can you laugh and weep at the same time?
restrain, my friend restrain,
well, disclose on your nightfall habits were unsolicited, and please do not turn my blog into a pornograhy
hehehe … sprinkled with vanilla … i dont know how well that would fly Gols dai, I am pretty sure she would want you eating something else, and not the undergarment :D. In fact, they exist only to serve a couple of purposes. One is to inflame the raw passion while struggling to surpass the last barrier towards “nirvana”, and the other to fill the very uncomfortable void right after its (at times short) climax, while you pretend to concentrate on finding and putting on the garment (hehe, cant imagine how tough that seemingly never-ending moment would be if you’d already gobbled her g-string).
sorry for the pornographic content …
Pakhe,
very profound, very very profound thoughts there…
yep, that’s a punishment for men for not being honest at the first place, that akward moment after sex, when you are expected to talk and communicate and all other emotional shit…
but look at the brighter side, if you gobble up her undergarment, you can play ‘where-is-your-panites’ game during that akward moment…
there, i have saved your life, try it next time…
Caution: do not choke on it, it would be mighty embarassing, if she had to take you to ER, and had to explain to your examining doctor…
so be careful my frined, be very careful, while consuming something that is not supposed to be consumed….
good luck!!!
Caution: Do not choke on it, it would be mighty embarassing……………… heheh
Whats up with you guys? I can see lots of SPLELING MITSAKES on those comments : )
Edible Undergarments! Sounds FUN!
How about if she thinks your phallus is edible. huh! It turns out more of a who-eats-first game! 
Elf, you too made “spelling” mistake.
Typo is our treasure.