Food for thought

I write this because I'm too lazy to walk downstairs and eat something. Make it or just pull it out of the fridge. I'm starved. And I'm begining to realise that food for thought will not stop my stomach from growling... so screw it. Drew (Carey) it. Brew (Murree) it. I'm goin' down. Black-hawk down.

Pilot : "Mayday mayday ahhhhhhh...."
Genral : " God dammit it's the middle of June here!"
Pilot : " So?!"
Genral : " SO!??!?! Don't So me... SUE me... it's Juneday"
Pilot : "Just bloodywell help me you bastard, I'm about to die here!!"
Genral : " Too bad! That's what you signed up for, your job. Just try and save the plane will ya?... Atleast you won't be So-ing me anymore"
Pilot : " But sir sir sir! Cycle wala is point per aa kar kya karay ga??"
Genral : " errrrrrrrrnnnnnnnn Kartab dikhaye ga aur kya karay ga!!"

Doof for thought..