Pleasure Fuckers

I won't do this on my blog- coz I haven't read my own blog in a year...or two.And my sister/co-blogger tends to write about is incredibly inappropriate, enough to get us sued and then defends herself in the garb of a post pregnancy hangover.



First of all, screw you pleasure fuckers for writing self help status updates thinking it will spread positives vibes on your friends' list- please leave that to Buddha. I added you 'coz I thought we both agreed that we needed help. But if you think writing about "light at the end of the tunnel" will help my day better- I"ll shove you right into it. The tunnel I mean.



I would like to thank my best mate, you know who you are, apart from sarcasm( my alter ego) for a plethora of emotions that made me reach beyond what I thought was my limit of drinking- at any time of the day, any drink available with an appetite that made people double my size telling me to go slow. Pleasure fuckers.



Special thanks to Imran Amplifier Khan for making me sing songs in Punjabi and blush when a cheesy guy played it while I was shopping, a million others like Muse, Flo Rida, Kesha for singing about puking in Paris Hilton's closet and Black Eyed Peas who make me move wherever I am.



My undying love for Chuck Bass, Don Draper, James Sawyer Ford and Voldemort. No matter how big assholes they are, there assholery keeps you going, wanting for more. Pleasure Fuckers :)



The ones who keep me on my toes, my fingers busy on my Blackberry (sadly) and give me a new game to play everyday. Special ones to the glorious bastards who almost make me believe that it's all wires and switches beneath their suave jackets for their robotic moves. For putting all that pleasure to an end, you're da fucker.



Also- don't call whoever you care about by their initials..."I call her K, J, Q" Don't be a random fucker. What happened to the good old Bittoo, Pammi, Gugu and Sonu? Personalise. It's less than 140 characters.





Since I am keeping the emotionsaaal away from this note, here are a few people I'd like to mention. Geetali Gupta- my other alter ego who reminds me of me so much that it was freakish. Also for taking me to Bombay with strangers and having a blast. Tarini Kumar- we don't talk much but Vinod....cut your hair. Sandhya Sinha who's now become Sandhya dear to her errr very nice husband( Oh Salman bagged a hottie of a wife by the way), Kuber Sharma- for coming back with a bang and reciting all my funny lines to impress chicks, that and a ridiculously expensive gift. Neha Bose- for keeping the funny going, Avi- for letting me talk, Bharath Kp who's uncool enough to not be on FB and finally Pankaj Johar which I can't say here so I"ll probably whisper into your ears. They keep the pleasure going with the fuckin'.





Lastly, the pleasure sucker Headlines Today where so many ppl continue to go that they deserve a fuck, or a therapist's number- the place which is so deeply ingrained in me that I don't even need a tattoo for it, that it has turned me into a fucker.





And to Maroon 5, who came out with a song called "Pleasure Fuckers" but I haven't heard it yet.



And since I don't have a coin slot on Facebook account( I"ll tell Zuckerberg that one)to charge you for this, do what you do. Comment.