Doggy Style!

My hair seems to have grown all over my face again. My brother calls me a black haired Pomeranian, but I call myself a black haired Briard. But I will continue to be indignant. I will not have my hair cut, out of fear of that insolent barber. Cheeky fellow.



I also have figured out a new way of making a million; this time by suing Nokia. Yeah, those Finnish mammoths. The reason being this.

Imagine, your having a nice nap on your nice bed upon your nice pillow on a nice Sunday afternoon. And then, imagine, just imagine, your phone screaming out, Beep Beep; Pause; Beep Beep.

“1 New Message Received”.

That’s good enough I say.

But imagine, the new message being this;

S: I am going to the Sun,
B: But the Sun is so hot, how are u going to go there.
S: Ah! I have thought all about it. I am going there at night.

Now, now, if your returning from the IIT’s(sorry, no offense, just a cliché), that might be a New Message. But, if you receive the same message, and countless other New Old messages, you feel like chucking your phone out of the window and going back to sleep. How is that new? I don’t know. And Nokia, you will pay for this. HaHA!

A better message would have been

S: I am going to the Sun,
B: But the Sun is so hot, how are u going to go there.
S: Ah! I have thought all about it. I am going to wear a thermonite suit which has the capability to perfectly reflect the Cosecant waves emitted by the heavenly quasars and pulsars.

That, I admit is not a joke[ except maybe to the IITians], but its at least new.

I am now returning to my nice nap on my nice bed upon my nice pillow on this nice Monday afternoon. And I shall wait, for my phone to scream out, Beep Beep; Pause; Beep Beep. Evidence, my dear Watson, evidence.