I be delusional and you be my king.
I say cut that stuff out and you say something that makes no sense.

Then. then. then.

*THIS*

Get?

Ode to the Falak of yesteryear.

Falak grabbed a piece of the bread and hung on for dear life. It was either this or back to the sauftenwoldenheimer for him! Eegads he thought. Fortunately for him, Vaish swooped in and saved the day and then Falak fed her a piece of chicken but she puked 'cuz she don't eat no living creachas!! Pure blood rules. :|

Ho!

I just realized something.

You can't make pickles in outerspace.

If I could ignore all the cheese I would.
If I could find a way to wipe clean all the cracks I would do it right now.

Sadly, that is not how things work.

I can't find my plate of pani puris.

And now I am livid.

How I crave for thee.

Yes. I shall ignore the cheese monsignor.
It has garlic in it.

If I could put a bullet through your head. I would.

If I could put a bullet through my head. I would.

I can't can I.

I shall, instead, satiate all this maddening anger with a plate of pani puris.