So i recenty checked out the night life of the town i live in. We a bunch of brave desi boys(mostly imaciated) and girls made our way to the local night spot. After a few expensive rounds of beer(a whole crate of which is available in the gas station two shops away for the same price) we all start dancing all the while my desi sensibilities aware of the six and half foot gorrila like creatures dancing around me(read big white texans) . Little have i realised but the table i am leaning on (i am old as far as dancing through the night is concerned i have realised i can only last for so long.... twenty four is such a revalation.. my sweet aiyyappa) has two women who are scantily dressed and have their ahem.. do excuse my language, private parts rather close to my face. all through this while i am stangely reminded of my days in delhi where i used to shit bricks getting into a blue line and start screaming 'excuse me' even before i got into the bus so that the aunty who if you brushed up against even by mistake, would start screamng at you, wouldn't do what she does best, scream. So being the Sambar eating southie that i am i politely excused my self and left the table with beer for the ladies to dance on.
Moral of the story: Sambar eating sensibilities and hot scntly dressed women dancing on your table are are a great combination if you havn't been scarred for life on a Blue line bus.
Sniffle Sniffle Sob Sob...
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Anil with six and a half feet blacks oddly brings to mind a cannibal dance fest!
Thanks Naveen and i thought after al the booze you drank with me i would hve thought you would be on my side. Nice to know though that the world is still the same. hahhahhahaha!
oh yeah !! you sambar eating southie!!!!!! and my dear accentric bolg..so how many times have you wished you were a part of this kindda cannibal dance ...Mr.Modest... welcome to the world of hypo's... you would rule the roost now...
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