Read the newspaper today. That's a new for the month.
Holidays started. Skin diseases reincarnated. Man beside me in bus farted.
Now obviously to save your puny brain from making any effort: This is HG.
Guess Dorky's exams did have an effect on me. I did lose my ability to rhyme at opportune moments but I got it back again. So here's a HG riddle:
What's more painful than a foot full of pus?
What's more fun than hearing an 80 yr old cuss?
It's a ride 25 kms long in the godforsaken city bus!!!
So what's the big fuss??
Good question. My trip from college to home: quite eventful.
First I couldn't get a seat in the bus, what with my sore foot (now there really wasn't any pus you dingy) the pain aggravated when a man 'mistakenly' dropped his heavy sack on it. Aargh!!
You gross pundit, no pus splashed across the bus. So stop it!!
Next I got a seat beside this man the looks of who would make you say: I don't need a bath for a year. Now as the second line said, this guy literally farted and wasn't even apologetic. Stereotypical of the Patancheru dudes.
But all that was forgotten when two senior citizens, with no sense of morality whatsoever started quarreling and one of them blurted profanity at the other. Yes, I'm going to tell you what the old man said: He quoted Samuel Jackson albeit in Hindi. Repeated atleast 5 times. So unimaginative.
That really lightened the mood for the rest of us, and some* even started laughing their asses off at the plight of the old men.
HG new feature: Question of the blog-day.
What's Hieros Gamos?? Google my name.
*that was the whole bus-me
P. S. 1: Gonna have a longer riddle next time
P. S. 2: Still thinking of the pus, aren't you?
P. S. 3: Who put that title??
Sayonara!!! Damn the French lessons...
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