baboons
31st May 2005, 16:26
Oil was his obsession. His father gave him one tonne petrol on his first birthday. his father too was a great worshipper of oil wells. he bathed there, pissed on it and even tried hundreds of times to write his family name with his finger. Then unfortunately age started to tell on him...his wrinkles made him realize that he is mortal. so he gave his stick to his son and told shivering " my son, my great patriot don't look at the facts , please give me at least 50% of the world's oil before i close my eyes ..please son ..please" he begged his son crying so loudly . His country announced a holiday the day he cried. The junior one was a great philosopher, a brave soldier and a nice pimp. mean time he developed the same decease of drinking oil too much. His wife asked him to stop it once. Then the very next day both was on tour with a tonne of petrol. and there they celebrated their honeymoon. a hideout place inside the oil well. And now the junior's home is decorated by oil tanks. his wife decorated their showcase with different oils. she used to look at it with her oil drunken eyes till she felt sleepy.and the mean time Mr. Junior used to give surprises to all when ever he spoke. only two things he hate mostly 1. homosexual marriages 2. those who don't call him " Bade Bhaiyya" ( elder brother). He hugged Nuclear weapons so passionately and once he made a narrow escape by hugging it too tightly. He always wanted to make friends just to call him " Bade Bhaiyya". He helped all those who called him that way.
His wife complained him that he started to behave as a knave even to her. and one day she threatened him " Hey Mr.blabla don't play too much in front of me ok. you can act i know but not to me, why you forget things so easily. now a days you don't remember anything let alone your goggles." she had a small missile in her hand the same one which he presented her on their first wedding anniversary. he still dint forget the moment he was embarrassing her with gifts., guns, missiles, WMD. Mr. blabla depressed with thoughts. still he maintained. His wife started to command him. Once she said ' why you change your word every now and then?...why you behave like your dad sometimes? and moreover you started to tell lies!!! don't you feel ashamed of all these?.. how long you can play this to me? Yesterday you told me you saw a louse in my hair and now you are telling it was not a louse and just a shadow? you don't know how many times i washed my hair with the nuclear powder, i even contacted Hexagon and told your "rumshelf" no "donald duck" ... no no what's his name? ooh yea i got it donald Drumstick to come over here and search for it. are you listening?
"yes" replied Mr. Blabla in low tone and cleared her one mistake that his friend's name is Donald Ransacked" not Donald Drumstick. "hummmm" she she slammed on the floor with her high heeled special made shoes and threw herself to bed to start a melting cry ( mr. Share-on played violin so beautifully to make the scene more natural. And some others gathered and started a chorus behind. wife bags Oscar for the very first time)she drank a barrel of oil. then she came back to him after sometime..but he was not there.
mr. Blabla started to develop strange signs of angelic approach. He wanted to please her at any cost. then he made an angelic beautiful plot with his noble men. 'lie and get" mission started then to please his only wife and only father. they lied that they saw a louse in the hair of Mr. sad. they declared war to get Mr.sad and kill the louse. may be both. Mr. Blabla started to dream the scene presenting oil wells to his father and wife. His noble men started to propagate that louse on Mr. sad's hair is a bad sign and its better to remove him and get it killed. poor sad's people, some believed, some hoped , and some resisted. some died with a hope and some survive. Still they dint find any louse meantime they built an oil pipeline to his bed room. His wife called him today she said she is happy. and he admitted to the people that "he dint see any louse personally and it is relieving that we have Mr. sad in our custody. We will search him thoroughly to find the louse since the louse can "lie", sorry live in any condition"
His noble men elected him again to search for lice in the future and he still lives in a white house where everybody has pledged to remove 'lice" from the entire world.
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red salute comrades
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His wife complained him that he started to behave as a knave even to her. and one day she threatened him " Hey Mr.blabla don't play too much in front of me ok. you can act i know but not to me, why you forget things so easily. now a days you don't remember anything let alone your goggles." she had a small missile in her hand the same one which he presented her on their first wedding anniversary. he still dint forget the moment he was embarrassing her with gifts., guns, missiles, WMD. Mr. blabla depressed with thoughts. still he maintained. His wife started to command him. Once she said ' why you change your word every now and then?...why you behave like your dad sometimes? and moreover you started to tell lies!!! don't you feel ashamed of all these?.. how long you can play this to me? Yesterday you told me you saw a louse in my hair and now you are telling it was not a louse and just a shadow? you don't know how many times i washed my hair with the nuclear powder, i even contacted Hexagon and told your "rumshelf" no "donald duck" ... no no what's his name? ooh yea i got it donald Drumstick to come over here and search for it. are you listening?
"yes" replied Mr. Blabla in low tone and cleared her one mistake that his friend's name is Donald Ransacked" not Donald Drumstick. "hummmm" she she slammed on the floor with her high heeled special made shoes and threw herself to bed to start a melting cry ( mr. Share-on played violin so beautifully to make the scene more natural. And some others gathered and started a chorus behind. wife bags Oscar for the very first time)she drank a barrel of oil. then she came back to him after sometime..but he was not there.
mr. Blabla started to develop strange signs of angelic approach. He wanted to please her at any cost. then he made an angelic beautiful plot with his noble men. 'lie and get" mission started then to please his only wife and only father. they lied that they saw a louse in the hair of Mr. sad. they declared war to get Mr.sad and kill the louse. may be both. Mr. Blabla started to dream the scene presenting oil wells to his father and wife. His noble men started to propagate that louse on Mr. sad's hair is a bad sign and its better to remove him and get it killed. poor sad's people, some believed, some hoped , and some resisted. some died with a hope and some survive. Still they dint find any louse meantime they built an oil pipeline to his bed room. His wife called him today she said she is happy. and he admitted to the people that "he dint see any louse personally and it is relieving that we have Mr. sad in our custody. We will search him thoroughly to find the louse since the louse can "lie", sorry live in any condition"
His noble men elected him again to search for lice in the future and he still lives in a white house where everybody has pledged to remove 'lice" from the entire world.
Copyright to baboons....hahahahahaha......
red salute comrades
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