Shite... It aint coming out right....

Nooooo... I aint constipated if thats what you think. But gauging by the verbal diarrhea on display all over my page, i guess constipated won't be too bad a term. Anyway this post is not about constipation, or laxatives or about shite. (aaah... does come somewhere nearby tho!!) This post is a dedication to someone who is a self-confessed eater of cow-shit. Not too uncommon 'cause some people feel cows do serve a higher purpose than provide divinely ordained beef. Lets not be so controversial now. Peace. And happiness. And a pinch of madness. Thats what the world needs at the moment. And lemme give it some by introducing y'all to my demented little twin. Aaah!! Y'all know her. And if you don't, well read on. You might find out a bit about her.
So my demented little twin. Call her my psycho-twin for no small reason. ' Cause she is a lot that i am, and a lot that i aint. But psychological twins we are all the same.
She is the Festival Express, that runs on, tearing apart the rails, music streaming out through the windows, and leaving parties in her wake.
She is Slycho, aka the Conniving C***, 'cause a conniver she certainly can be; for the best of reasons and the brightest of seasons.
She is the Sandal Slayer, 'cause she is jealous of my awesome slip-ons and moreover she has a general aversion towards footwear (and hygiene too... yeah, she eats cow-shit, in case you have forgotten. and no, she doesn't floss or brush. hahaha!!).
She is the Iron Maiden 'cause she does make metallic music when her mood turns sour (or she just has to try singing). And she can be quite irony before she does open up. Kinda ironic. Yeah, thats why the name goes. And yeah of course, she truly was the Iron Maiden when her life did take a disastrous turn. You are forbidden to say you respect your twin, so lemme not break that solemn oath.
She is of course Pagol Godha, and i guess that doesn't need much of an explanation. You just have to watch her for like 10 minutes. Won't disappoint you. And hell, she thinks she is well-mannered like a Queen. The Queen of England, y'know. The old lady who still looks young in those stamps!!
Yeah, And of course, she is Tabs. 'Cause i believe she was born in Mozilla's lab or some shite... Anyway fact is, she has to be connected to the net for at least 8 hours each day. Thats where she downloads corny music and muchy movies to her brain. And plays them over in repeat. Yeah yeah... she might act all grim and irony, but she is all mushy as a marshmallow inside... No, a snot-soaked handkerchief would serve as a better metaphor. And ohh!! the other story about her birth is that she was an alien and her mothership crashed near Mt. Everest. Yeah, sad story...
And to me, she is Shaddaps!! 'Cause thats what we tell each other most. And yeah... now i cant take this any more.
Winding up. But you're still the best.
And btw now you owe me 16722+999=Rs.17721... only...