Quotes of life => Quote of the Day 2

There's a new secret society in town. It's called the Mahir's blogs fanclub. You're all probably wondering where it's at, who's incharge (not me) and how to join. But I'm sorry, I can't help you as I'm not a member myself (honest!!). It's such a 'secret' society that you probably have not even heard of it. Or read about it in the papers and/or other blogs. That's good secrecy. In fact you're probably wondering how I came across this invaluable piece of information in the first place.

Well, let's just say that a little piggy went to the market. And he was so little that he was holding his khala's chichi (littelest finger aka pinky). The little piggy hadn't taken a bath in two weeks. It resulted in an odour which reminded all the other talking-animals, who live in the imagination of some of our teachers, at the market of the times when bathrooms were not invented, and when little piggies couldn't fly. As a result of the official LUMS stench, the little piggy got his ass kicked by all the animals at the market. Ostkritch inclusive. Spelling mistake intended.

So anyway, whilst the little piggy was being transformed into ham, bacon and sausage, I was relaxing on the white sands of a Carlito-Carribean-Cool (cue to eat apple) beach. And just to relive the experience I'm going to switch to present tense for this bit. One of the many chicks around me say "Cluck Cluck Cluck". And I say "Hey!! no be using fowl language with me! Otherwise I eat when you grow up to be chickens!". Read and learn boys. Anyways, this bottle comes floating to the beach and its got a piece of paper stuck in it and also, a piece of paper stuck on it saying 'Top Secret! Do not read'. So, duh.... the note read:

"All the members of the Mahir's blogs fanclub, we are to start working on project 'an album cover' ."(ha ha ha, you either get it or you don't. So if it doesn't induce laughter the first time... read on)

That's how I got to know. And this is how you got to know. Now hopefully those who already knew will be able to help the ones who now know. I'm trying to confuse the third-person reader by using that Friends 'know' joke. It's not working, it sucks. And I'm too lazy to backspace and erase . But I am stupid enough to type another line saying that I'm too lazy. There I go again typing another line. And another. You get it now don't you?
If you didn't : Me = Lazy + Stupid.
If you did: Why did you read the answer for didn't?

In short, I ask all my royalfans to help out all my other fans. Basic assumption : other fans > 1. Damn this last joke was lame.

Flashback. Remember that little piggy that got his ass kicked in the Monday Market? He's a big pig now. Hahahaha Big pig... that rhymes. Don't you just love it when words rhyme. Like jelly and belly. Like slick and chick (cluck cluck cluck). Like yawn at dawn. Like the duffer buffer. Like mobile and bucket. Like corn and.... can't think of any. Help me out guys. Like rookie and cookie. Like all dinosaur names. Like hero and zero. Like supercalafragaexbialleydocious and... attrocious. Screw it. Drew (Carey) it.

Yea so about that big pig. He tried drowning a fish. He wanted bacon for breakfast. And he got his ass kicked by a duck. Primarily because he tried to come up with a rhyming name for duck too. And duck wasn't happy with the basket of goods that he was given.

So big pig ran away and lived the life of a chicken, cluck cluck cluck, just because he was about to be straightened by yuck duck (what the hell did you have in mind as to what big pig named the duck!?).
'Pig turns chicken' was the headline on the evening newspaper, cause all the birds had just crapped all over the morning issue. So the next time you order stuffed chicken breast with pineapple sauce... ask for more fries. It's almost stingy the way they serve fries with the food.

You're all wondering what happened to facts of life => fact of the day 2. It's comming. As for Quote of the day... well, I'd like to start on a light note, something funny in the cliched derogatory sense, not my style. Long live Sardar G joke... whooops slip of fingers and too lazy to backspace... there I go again...

Anyways back to the anecdote. For an interview a local film actress insisted that she be interview en anglais (that's french for 'in english'). Reluctant the host was, but he acceded. Answering to a question which prompted a response along the lines of what her best feature was, the actress replied "My ass". There was an awkward pause, luckily or, as I must insist, MOST unluckily this wasn't live. But before the host could do anything more awkward, the actress said, pointing towards her eyes "I have beautiful ass". Faulty 'pronunciation' had, for once... just once, saved the day.

That wasn't the quote of the day. Don't go around quoting that or misquoting me or misquoting yourself. Or whatever. I was going to sign off with the lyrics of Feelin' Bad Blues by Ry Cooder, but there aren't any, its no singing just music. It's just one man, his blues and his guitar. And so on a serious note, I sign off with my 2 ads hit with the quote of the day to follow.

Today, I got the blues. Got it bad. The feelin' bad blues. Life's complete with all its unsolvedness, its complications. No words, no problems, just one man and his blues played out on six strings. Trapped. Hypnotized. Withdrawn. The world. I got the blues.

“The blues is an expression of anger against shame and humiliation” (B.B. King)

->I got no shame, no anger. I got the blues.