Monday, February 16, 2009

and now I am fucking going back to the fucking place with fucking people and fucking stupid mess with rotis made of plastic and the fucking washroom with cold water and stinky smells!! GOD I just hate the whole bhawalpur now i want to blow whole of it :@:@ the stupid MLR with the seniors commenting "ghari tou bari achi pehni hai" "mera inn pe dil agaya hai" "kabhi tou baat krlia kro" "be my valentine"*with a stick holding in his fucking dirty disgusting hands I wish they get disabld with every kind of syndrome I have just studied :@ if i could I would inject all these bastards with something that won't kill them but paralyse them completely!!! FUCK life arrrghh!!!

9 comments:

Teena in Toronto said...

Happy blogoversary!

¤Ü•B¤ said...

Happy blogoversary ....

and aey larki relax yaar .... chill maar !! or atleast try to !!

DuFFeR said...

wonderful post :D
why dont take a print and paste on notice board for those F*****G ppl? :P
Happy Blogoversary :)

silent screams said...

oye kitne sal ho gai blog ko? :P
i just noticed this from the comments
lol
and tauba hai!!
sounds like a creeepy place!
and i like "duffer's" suggestion!

love

siras said...

Eeek! that place sounds not very nice!

Poisoned Apple said...

Ayehai..I totally know what you're going through..
vanna t o frandshap wath me *disgusted*
Hugs..

) (ate said...

OH MY GOD! im sorry this is not the appropriate reaction to this but i cannot stop laughing!!!
hahahhah!
just the way u put everything! its soo funny....
those CHEAP CHEAP BASTARDS...those pick up lines are SOOOO sick! funny but more sick!
lol hang in their liz...atleast u dont have to feel that ur not pretty....even though i m not there to tell u that...u have those assfaces to remind u! lol
stay arrogant and ignore maro chavlon ko!

The Luscious one! said...

I have re-started writing on the blog. Would love to have you visit it.

Thanks!

cavaliere84 said...

Take a deeeeeeeeeeep breath .... and Relax !
Btw... I wanted to tell you there are people just south-east of you right in the middle of this wilderness called Cholistan who go to almost the same place as you mentioned with those rotis made of plastic and all that jazz.And this mess here is a big tent --- picture this: after a day's hard work in the field, imagining you're serving the country, you end up watching your cook's stupid face with he telling you that he can not make this or that you'd ordered because you're in the field. Life's like that !
Your profession requires a lot of sacrifice from you !! :) Cheep up !!