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Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Wtf Is wrong with Delhi you bastards?!

There was a time when I thought that Delhi was a place for humans and yea a couple of million animals to live in. But hang on...Its still true that its a place for humans and animals but the proportion has changed drastically. Now this is a place for :

1. A million bastards.

2. A million perverts.

3. A million assholes.

4. A million dog-fucks.

5. And a zillion who are all the above four.

Incident #1

How about women in our oh-so-hep city? Why can't we simply burn these perv's ? Or get male gigolos to ass rape them? I was out with this friend. A bastard pleads us to give him money. He was in a far better shape than me. Perfectly healthy. No disability at all. I refused. So then he walks away and while I'm busy checking out the hawt hawt chicks around, he makes those silly-lewd ass salacious gestures and acts vulgar. I say wtf?! I mean that lousy * I-kiss-ass-u-suxx* beggar has the audacity to say that he will get her picked up. I say wtf again. But does that help..Simple..NO. Wait there's more...Then that bastard tries no in fact he succeeds in abusing me. I dont say wtf cos I'm used to it. Self pwner you see. But I felt sorry for my friend. I was trying to console her. But the fact was that even I was furious. Balls of fury. I still feel bad about what happened. But then wait..That's delhi...I jump into an auto-rickshaw. I say wtf? I didn't even go on my bike. Sad. I say wtf?! That fuckface asked me "You must have had huge fun with the chick" accompanied by that evil grin. I say wtf?! What happened after that wasnt the real me. Thank you!

Incident #2
As usual I am struggling on my bike. Yeah black *you-loser-respect-me* bike. I am going on my way to play. And these two people in their Honda *look-at-me-im-so-cool* city are ahead of me. And then they honk their horn like shyt in front of that Police Check post. Yea you must have heard about those slimeballs bikerzzz in delhi who rape people of all their belongings. Yea the police thought Im one of the esteemed bikerzzz. Stopped me. Let me go. No. Why. You are an asshole. You suxxx. Check my license. Lemme go. I say wtf?!

Delhi. I so thought I will have fun here. Its sad. It really is. Dil waalon ki Dilli they call it. Bloody Losers!


I say " What the Fack".