August 2011
11 posts
Business Talk
Dad: I want you to marry a girl of my choice.
Son: No!
Dad: The girl is Bill Gates’ daughter.
Son: Okay then.
Dad went to Bill Gates…
Dad: I want your daughter to marry my son.
Bill Gates: No!
Dad: My son is the CEO of the World Bank.
Bill Gates: Okay then.
Dad went to the President of the World Bank…
Dad: I want you to appoint my son as the CEO of your bank.
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Stirrer
Phantom: Oh my, why are you using a chopstick as a stirrer for your coffee? Running out of stirrer?
Me: Yea, I couldn't find Flanker that bloody stirrer.
Flank Me
I seldom tell stories of my life. But I just need a channel to vent it out.
There was this big hoo-ha in office recently, regarding this colleague of mine who (fucking) stirred my shit. And I only get to know about this issue like many days after, when someone spoke to me about it.
What I’m really feeling is not much of anger, but disappointment. Ever since the day when this guy stirred my shits...
“The invention of condom is to prevent births like you, and not to prevent...”
