Arvind: ok cool
Arvind: anyways...so wat u upto/
Me: hey man Me: the funniest thing happened Arvind: wat wat wat?
Me: i went into the loo to take a crap
Me: and when i sat on the commode
Me: it broke down and fell sideways Me: Arvind: Arvind: damn...boy..wat have u been eatin? Me: but i hadnt even started Arvind: Arvind: damn
Me: its like... i sat... and it got thrown of its fittings Me: with broken pipelines and everything Arvind: ok did u like crap on ur pants out of fear or sumthin? Me: i almost did Arvind: Arvind: cheee cheee cheeee
Arvind: Me: alright... i just went to fix it
Me: and it turns out that...
Me: the flush is broken too Me: which means... if i press flush... the water falls down on the floor Arvind: Arvind: Arvind:
Disclaimer The
Neurotic One shall use this narcissistic recluse to blow his own trumpet, to
question the parentage of Communists and to blast the world for what it is.
Readers who do not concur, are requested to bend over and kiss his buttocks.
Readers are also strongly advised against side effects of reading Neurotica,
such as strong nausea, splitting headaches, insomnia, visions of Baba Sehgal
chasing you in a thong, suicidal depression, delirium, anti social behaviour,
transformtion into an ugly toad, nightmares about ugly and naked fat men, STDs,
Kafka dreams or brief flashes of intelligence.
If you do feel these side effects, oh well. Sue me.
