Zombee PSA

being a zombie is hard work. i dont know myself, having never died and come back in search of brains, but i hear it all the time. especially in these days of xboxes and playstations, plentiful bourbon and reality TV, it’s probably really hard to find brains of quality, well-exercised brains that can be savoured over a fine wine with the family. not to mention the prominence of so many right-wingers in the world today. and when a zombie logs on to the internet, what do they see? typos galore… though they can’t die of starvation, this probably leaves them feeling pretty unfulfilled.

so spare a thought for the zombees – listen to good music, engage in a bit of critical thinking, don’t booze your brain-cells dead and please use spell-check! – remember, one day you too could be a zombie.

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the fevered ravings of a shortsighted scurvy scalleywag with pinkeye

AKA: Blogebrity Dream Cameo (check the email PP)

so BG, Snag, Pinko Punko, Lance Mannion, Jennifer and I for some reason decide to race around the world, swimming. the winner is obviously to be decided by Fish. AG and UC are off doing something fancy that weekend, maybe something related to vegas?? i don’t remember. Brando was unreachable in the U.P though BG tried (a gazillion times). we decide to kick off from San Francisco, but Snag drops out at the last minute because some team in Frisco urgently need a coach. after some debate at a smokey coffee shop(!!!), we decide to continue without him. as soon as we kick off, BG and Mannion tear away into the lead. BG makes short furious strokes, and Mannion is rather elegant and smooth. Jennifer is a close second(though i can’t remember what kind of strokes she employed) I was barely able to keep them in my sight all the while complaining about the bad effects of saltwater whereas PP in his red sweatsuit was being slightly lethargic, probably ready to spring a surprise. we swam all the way over to the indian ocean when suddenly i decide to invite them home to see what life was like. we swam all the way to chennai and took an autorickshaw to my grandma’s place, still soaking wet when i was awoken by the shrill calling of my mobile phone.