Wednesday — 18 Shawwal 1425 — 10 Agrahayana 1926 — 01 December 2004
So, today, the first wintry day of the year in Karachi I decided to go for a long brisk walk. Needless to say I was sweating like an overly fat pig on a hot summer day within no time. And I stopped.
Later on, my sister told me that we will not cook the chicks when they grow up into cocks while I wanted them to become food. I mean how dare she. To start of with she is only a woman and hence completely not allowed to even presume to give advice to men unless it is asked for. I think I need to get some sort of a stick for the women in my house. Spare the rod and spoil the women I always say!
And to top the day off. “Yes, Minister”, perfection in British humour. Orgasmic humour along with orgasmic accents. Appalled, appalled, appalled, appalled. The program is like a roller coaster of multiple orgasms.