i've written a lot of non sense about a myriad insignificant sporting events. i've written nothing else but shit. i've written poems that are hardly poetic; jokes that are hardly funny; and have photoshopped pictures that hardly look photoshopped. i've used poor keywords. my search engine optimization skills suck. i've tried to be sarcastic, but have ended up as an arse. i've used gay-ish bar graphs to represent facts. i've publicly humiliated britney spears, kalmadi and other brothers-and-sisters in and around earth: well, that's the closest i got to nirvana. i've over used crayons and sparkles for comments. i've been freakingly immodest. i've been an aggro, if nothing else. i've interviewed india's best squash player. yeah, i did that. egotist. jackass. i've put revealing photographs of female sport-stars. voyeur. i've made fun of a nation in debt. indian. i've made fun of accents. racist. i've used sad pitiful titles. i've been a dirty man. i've categorized women. chauvinist. i've belittled star wars. yes, i've abused the force. sob. i've endorsed extra-marital affairs. click here. i've been a politician in the land of 2Gs, fodder and cycles. i've been a minister. an unofficial minister. the unofficial minister of sports. self-obsessed. prick.
but i demand pardon. yes, i demand it. because i forgave yuvraj singh on the 2nd of this month. i forgot all of his assitude. his condescending abuses aimed at my college gatekeeper for performing the assigned duties. his stupid and highly irritating comments during interviews. his disgusting accent. his porsche. his bmw. his audi. his self-endorsed popularity among the chick-community. his stories of his exes. his continual breaking-news sagas. his laughing out loudly on his own poor jokes. i've hereby forgotten all of it. delete. yes. empty recycle bin. yes. who is yuvraj singh?
it's been 11 days now. and i may seem late. but no, i'm not. click here. you'll feel the goosebumps.
congrats!
don't get too excited. i'm still on my "indefinite" hiatus.
flashback!
some of my internationally-recognized and critically-acclaimed comments:
images:
(1)bob (left) is still trying to come over his compulsive affinity towards specific female organs. god bless him success in all endeavors.
(2)saina (top), break dancing.
(3)rajpal (left-bottom), seen here, dragging his stick. hockey stick.
(4)lalit modi (right-bottom, literally) here, with all his lust
but i demand pardon. yes, i demand it. because i forgave yuvraj singh on the 2nd of this month. i forgot all of his assitude. his condescending abuses aimed at my college gatekeeper for performing the assigned duties. his stupid and highly irritating comments during interviews. his disgusting accent. it's been 11 days now. and i may seem late. but no, i'm not. click here. you'll feel the goosebumps.
congrats!
don't get too excited. i'm still on my "indefinite" hiatus.
flashback!some of my internationally-recognized and critically-acclaimed comments:
images:
(1)bob (left) is still trying to come over his compulsive affinity towards specific female organs. god bless him success in all endeavors.
(2)saina (top), break dancing.(3)rajpal (left-bottom), seen here, dragging his stick. hockey stick.
(4)lalit modi (right-bottom, literally) here, with all his lust
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Marry me Jitesh K Sharma.
P.S.-The word verification that popped up is 'loweett' and that about summarises my reaction to the post.
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