This one happened in my office. I was sitting in my cabin (not working :D), trawling the net for a good camera. I’m smitten by cameras with fancy features (about which I don’t know a thing), big lenses ( which I don’t know how to use) etc., the cheapest one of which will cost at least Rs 21000. Anyhow there I was, drooling over the specifications and sighing on reading the prices when one guy came in for chit chat. He used to be a tour guide before he joined this company. After taking a look at my screen, he goes like :
Him: So, you’re going to buy a camera ?
Me: Yeah. If I can find someone to buy my kidney or liver.
Him: Uh ?
Me: Never mind.
Him: You know, I have a really good ipod lying around at home. Never ever used it. A German tourist gave it to me when he was going back. He thought that he had too much luggage.
Me: Nice. Why don’t I meet such generous people ? [[sigh]]
Him: You know, you can use that ipod with your camera. I don’t have any use for it.
Me: Uh ? Ipod with camera ? How does that work ?
Him: You are thinking of buying that camera worth 22000 and still don’t know about that ?
Me: Seems like that.
Him: Hah. You just put your camera on that ipod and take pictures when you need it really steady.
Now it happened that me and my colleague (Zubair) were lazing in front of a road side tea stall. I glance bhind his shoulder and see a truck coming in a zig-zag kind of way..like the driver is drunk
It comes closer and I see that its on fire. It was carrying hay and it caught fire somehow. i start grinning ( :) and said “Us truck ko dekh” He glances behind and nearly jumps out of his skin..”oye, us mein to aag lagee hai.
Me: – Yes
Zubair :- (In a panicky voice) Oye ..wo idhar hee aa raha hai
Me:- (Grinning even more) haan
In the meanwhile, 3-4 bales of hay fell down from the truck, partially blocking the road.
Zubair:- **&^%$$.. ye to khatarnaak (dangerous) ho gaya hai
Me: – haan haan
Now the truck was 40-50 metres away and trying to locate fire brigade people It was on the first turn..but in panic driver missed the turn and started coming towards us as theree was a bit of ground to make a turn.
Zubair:- (Really scared) wo truck idhar hee aa raha hai
Me:- haan. aaag bhee barr gayee hai Saale ko itnaa barra fire station nahi dikha.
Now the truck reached us and started to make the turn
Zubair- (In real panic)oye peeche ho !! peeche ho barra khatra hai yaar. Truck wala paagal ho gaya hai.
Me:- (I start laughing again)Saale kanhaa hogaa. Itnee jagah hai. morr lega wo truck
Zubair:- ***&^%$%$%&)(* barree heat nikal rahee hai
Somehow driver managed to loacte and take his truck into the fire station
Zubair: -Shukar hai pahunch gaya
ME:- he he. main soch raha tha..agar aag fuel tank tak pahunch jaatee to truck explode hota ya nahin
Zubair:- Ab to nahi hoone wala. Fire brigade waale paani fenk rahein hai uspar
Me:- Koi baat nahi. 1 aur aa raha hai waise hee condition mein
Zubair:- (Glances back and exclaims)..oye ek aur truck mein aag lagi hai yaar. Wo bhee idhar hee aa rahaa hai
Me: (grining) haan
But driver of that truck located the fire station quickly and took it there.
Zubair: – (looking releived) Chal ab hum bhee chaalk kar dekh te hain
Zubair:- Abe chal na. chal ke dekhte hain..kaise aag bhujate hain
Me:- khote..kya hai dekhne waala isme??
Zubair:- chal na. chal na
Me:- *&*(&)(* acha acha
We spend nxt 20 minutes watching fire being put out
(yawn) We were not alone..there was a sizeable crowd around. All morons like us gaping at firemen doing their work
After 20 minutes Me:- Mujhe lagta hai…(:|) kee mujhe kaafi farak hai
Me:- wanhaa 2 truck mein aag lagee thee..aur main hans rahaa thaa
Shiv Sena dudes should read it. Very useful for those purists :P
It’s copied from http://www.sexisforfags.com/no-sex.asp
10 Things Every Girl Should Know Abut Boys And Their Private Parts
By Mrs. George W. Bush
“Take it from me, girls – there’s no good reason to rush into S-E-X. That’s why I hope these scientific facts help you choose abstinence, so you need never know the heartbreak of being trapped in a loveless marriage just because you drank too many margaritas one night and gave up your honey pot to a pushy young cokehead from a so-called ‘good family.'”
1. Unlike your girly privates, which are internal, boy privates are external. God knew that nobody wanted to see all our lady mess, so He pushed everything up inside you. What in tarnation He was thinking when he came up with that nasty, dangling, squishy flesh on boys beats the heck out of me, but I suspect it was so it would be easier for Him to keep an eye on what they’re up to. Because trust me: that grotesque grab bag of horror and disappointment is always up to something, gals.
2. Boy privates are often said to resemble hot dogs, although if you ask me, the ones I’ve seen always called to mind something like those cute little Austrian cocktail weenies they sell 8 to a can. But I think famed author Lynne Cheney described the male unmentionable best when she recalled recoiling at “an old Frankenstein’s monster bratwurst that looked like it had rolled under the couch for a month and got covered in dust bunnies and would make you spit up if you even so much as halfheartedly nibbled the tip of it.”
3. Though erotically sensitive just like girl nipples, boy nipples are NOT privates – yet. But my husband and I are working hard to instill a sense of sexualized body shame so acute, that one day soon boys will learn that their nipples are dirty little things that will get them – just like you! – arrested when they strut around topless at Myrtle Beach. America is not some big, old licentious San Tropez and it’s time all of you out there realized it!
4. The stuff that comes out of boys every time they use you has as many calories as seven whole pints of Häagen-Dazs. That’s why all the girls who do “it” always get so fat and ugly and have that ulcerated skin that screams to everyone in church, “I am an insatiable slut!”
5. While almost all American boys have human-looking privates, most foreign boys have privates like German Shepherds or half-open tubes of Max Factor lipstick.
6. Because boys use the business end of their privates as a pipe for going number one, touching it is pretty much the same as taking a bath in a Mexican’s toilet.
7. If you play your cards right, the revolting little wrinkled purse part of boy privates is something a Christian lady can go throughout her entire life without ever seeing. But knowing where it is can come in mighty handy when called upon to give a “not until marriage” warning kick.
8. When a boy’s disgusting private goes inside of a girl’s shameful unmentionable, there is a serious risk of it breaking off and causing excruciating pain while it travels throughout your body like a giant trichinosis worm.
9. Up until the moment in your wedding when he says “I do,” a boy’s privates sport a treacherous spine of jagged scales, which may or may not secrete acid and weapons-grade anthrax – for which, apparently, only Ann Coulter has developed the antibodies.
10. God designed a boy’s privates as part sword, part battering-ram, to joyously stab and hammer you with on the magical night you begin your life-long tethering to the man who’ll liberate you from the drudgery of ever having to make your own decisions – except when to have a headache or give an “I don’t like this” bite.
10 Things Every Boy Should Know Abut Girls And Their Private Parts
Having sex is NOT cool, no matter what the mainstream liberal media tells you. Girls’ vaginas are just like venus flytraps: multi-fanged jaws waiting for your tasty bits to slither into their poisonous quicksand. So no matter how much it seems to hurt not to find solace in sticky backseat groping sessions, don’t give in to temptation. But how? Simple! Just get heavy into these ten awesome sex-avoidance activities!
1. STUDY FOR SCHOOL! Hitting the old books is a great way to counteract the nasty hormones bubbling through your smelly parts. Because the last thing any cool boy wants to be is that dude who was so obsessed with scoring a “home run,” that he grew up to become a PCP-snorting janitor who caught genital leprosy from a dead homeless woman. Wanna be President instead? Sure, you’ll need a perfect 2.5 GPA, but who wouldn’t rather bury his nose in a moldy encyclopedia instead of some old nasty girly thighs?
2. JOIN A BOY SCOUT TROOP! As your awkward, gangly body begins to grow – your muscles blooming, your willowy penis thickening into a sturdy tool, you need the guidance of a middle-aged man who likes to play dress-up and go camping in the woods with hordes of young boys. Then at night, when you’re Indian Wrestling wearing the traditional bison hide thong and nothing else, you’ll find your burning hunger for “squaw beaver” will flicker out like a citronella candle choked with dead skeeters!
3. PLAY FOOTBALL! Nothing gets icky premarital sex off the brain better than an impromptu game of touch football with your Sex is for Fags brothers. Sinful thoughts dissipate like magic while you writhe under a pile of your buddies’ taut high school bodies, bulging zippers grazing firm buttocks, touching, tackling, and wrestling. Then afterwards, you can all take a long, hot, group shower and talk about baseball!
4. GET A PIT BULL! There is nothing more wholesome than a boy and his dog. And at night, when the sin fairies are tickling your shame buds, you can distract yourself by training your bitch to grow up and kill: shaving her, kicking her when she makes on the carpet, and punching her snout so hard she learns never to whine during the rad 7th Heaven reruns which reinforce your awesome “abstinence-only” lifestyle choice.
5. BULLY SOME SISSY! You know that kid in school who dresses a little too well and has lots of platonic “girlfriends”? Yeah, the one who once wore green on Thursday and listens to Britney? Wait for him after school, and once he’s walked out of Drama Club, crack him in the kidneys with a golf club. If no one’s around, do it again. For good measure, sit on his face and tell him what a homo he is. Of course, you might feel a little worked up after this, so it’s okay to take a ball peen hammer to your testicles for relief.
6. PLAY VIDEO GAMES! Spending countless hours playing Halo 2, Doom 3 or Medal of Honor helps you focus on the important things in life, like computer-generated mass murder. It’s a valuable skill set, especially for those looking to pursue a career in the military – a noble profession where one blissfully marinates with men in tight spaces for months on end. So the next time your man-pipes rumble, simply take your desires to touch, grope, and melt into another human being, and funnel them into a wholesome virtual homicidal bloodbath!
7. DESTROY STUFF! Tapping in to the zen clarity of senseless destruction is a wonderful way to forget all about the lure of disgusting girls and their sissy privates. Yes, whether it’s smashing windows in a vacationing neighbor’s house, imploding the heads of Barbie dolls with the business end of an aluminum baseball bat, or setting a hotwired bulldozer loose in an unattended construction site, you and your Sex is for Fags pals will have a majorly cool time purging vile, pornographic fantasies from your testosterone-ravaged minds!
8. DRAG RACE! Have you ever spent hours transfixed by logo-encrusted NASCAR rigs driving in circles, and wondered how come none of the drivers are chicks? Simple, because driving is a man’s job. So what better way to forget all about fruity girls than by doing the stuff that is forever closed to them? Besides, you’re not really a man until you and your Sex is for Fags brothers sneak out in your dads’ luxury SUVs every weekend for a winner-takes-all tournament of 90 MPH “chicken” – played late at night on winding, one-lane dirt roads!
9. GET A JOB! Ask any smart middle-aged dude and he’ll tell you: sure, sex may be faggy, but it’s also super-expensive! But don’t take their word for it. Get yourself a dreary, after-school job as an anonymous drone in some soulless corporation that leeches the life right out of you, then see how much you like parting with your hard-earned money just to buy nice presents for some uppity bimbo who’s been so warped by liberalism that she has to be bribed into filling her God-given role of servicing your unit. Trust us: you’ll be all “No way!”
10. SENSORY DEPRIVATION! Put on five layers of super-baggy clothes, then lock yourself in the closet – along with lots of paper towels for soaking up your urine. While you’re there, pray to Christ for guidance – because Jesus hung out with tons of whores, and He never, ever did “it”. And why not? So that when He swoops down from heaven in His kickin’ white Cadillac Escalade, He’ll be able to ID all the sluts and flash-fry them with His laser-beam headlights!