Been too damn lazy to blog in the past week. Away from the PC I have much to say but when I plonk my fat ass in front of it, everything goes blank – not the screen but my head and thoughts.
Damn you blogger’s block (if there’s such a thing).
I’m at a crossroad.
But never mind that, moving on:
It’s been a while since I last saw them.
One’s in Jakarta building his empire, the next Lakshmi Mittal if you may.

(Boss, belanja minum when you’re back)
While the other is busy being Mrs Wiberg and learning Swedish (which reminds me of this wicked joke to share!)

I’ve taken the liberty to put up only the nicest pictures *grins*



Ok no idea what she’s doing here


It’s time like this that I miss you guys the most. We need to catch up over drinks, a night out of talking and gossiping , a night out of poking fun at Dheeraj and his occasional ‘happy’ blunders, a night out of just plain catching up. I have SO many things to bitch about and share, like seriously – it’s time to meet up.
I miss you guys, for real.
Ok I cannot tahan, I’ll just share the joke here la:
A virile, young Italian soldier was relaxing at his favorite bar in Rome, when he managed to attract a spectacular young blonde. Things progressed to the point where he invited her back to his apartment; and after some small talk, they made love. After a pleasant interlude,he asked with a smile,
“So…you finish?”
She paused for a second, frowned, and replied “No.”
Surprised, the young man reached for her; and the love making resumed. This time, she thrashes about wildly; and there are screams of passion. The love making ends; and again, the young man smiles, and asks,
“You finish?”
And again, after a short pause, she returns his smile, cuddles closer to him, and softly says, “No.”
Stunned, but damned if this woman is going to outlast him, the young man reaches for the woman. Using the last of his strength, he barely manages it; but they climax simultaneously, screaming, bucking, clawing and ripping bed sheets. The exhausted man falls onto his back, gasping. Barely able to turn his head, he looks into her eyes, smiles proudly, and asks,
“You finish?”
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“No!” she shouts back, “I Sveedish!”
MUAHAHAHA
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