To hell with privacy

Dorky again.
I must say I crave for privacy. (This is getting quite monotonous with too many "I must say"s.)
I really don't like it when I'm looking at my mail and someone comes and stares from behind. So it's the holidays and was checking mail when suddenly Dad comes from behind and starts asking questions. So from next time onwards I start closing the damned browser. This makes Dad suspicious. So much so, that today he just blatantly asked if I was watching "dirty". Well. I just couldn't answer that one.

So much for privacy. So much for a fished up test match. So what if we lost. Ganguly scored pretty well. And he gets a place in the team for the next test. Yipee!!!

So HG was sleeping all day after watching "dirty" last night for around 3-4 hours. He's a bad fellow. Still he had the time to make up this riddle during breakfast:

What's more fun than hearing a woman "moan"
What's more enticing than seeing her Big-Os* clone
It's having the late night dose of my favorite porn!!!

I tell you people he's a very bad fellow. Stay away from him.
*edited after received complaints from the 'un'fairer sex
Good bye for now. Wanna play little fighter. Auf Wiedersehen!
Damn the French lessons.