Wednesday, October 31, 2007

What I learnt from Mr. Oxford’s classes

-Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups
-Old age and treachery will always overcome youth and skill
-Some people are alive only because it is illegal to shoot them
-When people hit the rock they try to climb out, but people here dig deeper
-Everyone ( especially lilly) see the obscure immediately , the completely apparent takes a longer time
-To pass time fantasize getting fucked by a centipede, eaten by a monster, or swallowing a toad….the reality is muck worser.
-It dosent matter what you do, it only matters what you say you have done or what you are going to do
-When Mr, Oxford talks of improving productivity, he’s never talking about himself
-Above all...All this would have been extremely funny if it weren’t happening to me….

(Plagerised slightly)
- The shoddy sub-editor

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Spotlight on Bigpig

The perpetually pissed off paparazzis are suspected to have lost their fervour even for this cathartic release. But, wait a minute, I have regained mine. Thanks to the pig family.
The Bigpig is out to socialise with the half-arsed industrialist friends of his this evening. The fatso will give him gay company. Bigpig is sure to throw his weight around, gate crash at people he doesnt know, scratch their arse and if possible their crotches too. Baby, thats his idea of hard work. And the fatso will click pictures of these, which he will make a profit of by selling them to his grandfather who is a sex maniac.
Fucking bastards ought to be shot in their groins, so that they dont leave behind a legacy of piglets, all true to their patriarchal lineage.