the ramblings of a lunatic
By smuggeridge
@smuggeridge (2148)
January 3, 2007 6:04pm CST
Today is wednesday 03 January, do you know why this day is important? no me neither but then its a good question isn't it, what exactly is the capital of Bolivia?, i bet an italian couldn't tell you and do you know why, exactly because the haddock in your mouth would stop him understanding what the hell you are talking about. I looked around the corner and guess who was there...... Give up? OK it was .. no not him.. as i was saying.. who?, im not sure who that is i'm afraid.... take a left at the end of the road and its the one with the purple rainbow... its basically the shape of a rainbow only its not multi coloured.... Your welcome. Where was i? oh yeah it was Mr butler, my old maths teacher, he didn't recognise me, i had short hair back then, now i've got long hair so he was rather bermused when i informed him of my successful differentiation of an equation, but he said well done anyway.
The argument broke into the street, two burley geordies, one a large balding man a look of rage in his eyes glared at the other, a shorther uglier man with a stream of blood flowing from his nose. Moments later the two men collapsed almost simultaneously into a heap on the floor, screams rang out from up the street as two women yielding shotguns bustled past stopping only briefly to check the bodies on the floor. The two men where still as a West ham defender, there was little doubt of their fate for beside each man lay what could only be described as the ingredients for a steak and kidney pie.
To the left was a fisherman, jake his name, he had sat at this same spot everyday for almost seven years and in all this time had never had as much as a nibble. Some might say that he was an unlucky man, others that he was trying to fish in a disused swimming pool; either way it is agreed that this is a sad man, ever since the tragic death of his wife. Those seven years ago his wife had been mysteriously murdered by a man wielding a fishing rod much the same as jakes. The police were clueless.
Are you still reading? you must be even more bored than me!
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@cacophonix (238)
• India
6 Jan 07
yeah! i was still reading when i reached the last line. and you are correct i am quite bored!
but not as bored as mr. mohanty's backyard. he is the guy two plots from my house. a nice cheerful man he is. and he has been trying to bore a tubewell in his backyard for the past 4 days. that huge machine has already bored several deep holes in his backyard, and also bored everyone in the neighbourhood with its daily rumbling.
take mrs. shanti for instance. she is leaving for Puri today, not out of any religious sentiments, but to avoid the daily noise from mr. mohanty's backyard. not that she herself is any less noisy. you should hear her argue with any woman from the street! she can outpitch just about everyone. the poor old dr. das comes to collect his daily ration of milk with cotton plugs in his ears to avoid her noisy blabber.
those cotton plugs probably cost him nothing. maybe he gets them from his hospital. no, they dont cost him anything. but they could cost him his life once when he was crossing the street and couldn't hear the honking of miss sonali's car!
miss sonali is the sweetest and prettiest young thing in the neighbourhood! any man, young or old wold love to get as close to her as possible, except when she is in her car! it is not her fault actually, the car is very jealous of everyone else, and jumps forward to strike down anyone who tries getting close to miss sonali. and you should hear it when it roars its disapproval! no, miss sonali is not a bad driver... it is certainly the car. how can someone so sweet and pretty be a bad driver?
you want to know who is the bad driver? it is my screw driver! it is all bent and twisted after i forced it to unscrew an unusually tight screw. probably as tight a screw as miss parbati. everyone will vouch for it. she is the tightest screw around.
coming to think of it, i have already screwed up a lot of time. although i was bored, but i don't think screwing is an answer to boredom!
@smuggeridge (2148)
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6 Jan 07
screwing is of course the answer to boredom, i couldn't think of anything better to do.
Well done for reading the whole thing by the way
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