It’s 8 o’clock in the evening after a lovely Sunday in
It would appear that the celebrity couple, after their grand wedding, have risen in the eyes of God, and who deserves to dole out these visions of the Lord God, but our trusted Tirumala-Tirupati temple authorities, or TTT or something.
The whole thing disgusted us plenty and gave us considerable food for thought. I thought of the Thai statues we saw of the churning of the sea and remembered PJ.
Anyway, thoughts for the day are Texans shooting them Injuns and Pilots or should I say, Bhilots, of communication and paintings on walls which are held by four pillars.
It might also be prudent to remember the best way to get a recharge card for Tata sky is to run out on a Sunday in your best vest and underwear, shouting out “Who is the Tata sky operator? Who is the Tata sky operator?” Atleast, this is the advice you get from the call centre. Do you know that contact is an acronym? Just like CBD.
That was called a Helmetism. It consists of obscure references to insider jokes that only two or three people would understand. If you’re one of them and you read the post, you’re supposed to feel proud of yourself and make subtle references to the same. Makes the others feel like pariahs. Hmpf, low lives and all. Lets look down at them with our Italian noses. I can see H saying, “Sour grapes! Make some wine.”
H says we should start putting in words in our posts for our co-blogger to write about -thought starters, as such; I've decided that we should make it 3 every post; so here goes - manticore, shaving, playgrounds. H, do include these words in the labels section; gives our loyal readership something to search for in their days of indolence.
Pip pip,
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