The curious case of Pattabhi Raman

I first heard about the black hole in 9th grade. Then I heard a little more in 10th. And practically nothing in high school. But that is not really important. So let's switch.

I looked at myself in the mirror and said, "Am I a manager?"

I got no replies.

"Do I look like one?"

-shhhh-

"Could I act like one?"

-shhhh-

Finding peace thus, I quietly went off to the other room and shagged to my heart's content watching Cytherea squirt like the washer went loose on a Kirloskar pump. Mad woman. Oh and even she's got a husband, who, I hear, is NOT working in the porn industry. Could he be any ball-less.

Oh that makes me think; "lingam" in our vernacular means a guy banana. Niiicee.

Crap. I had a fone call. Now its too late to think up more crap. I'm bored of this anyway.

I'm a giant squid. I'm a blue whale. I'm a shoe lace worm. I'm also a jellyfish.

I can work up a caterpillar's father. I can even sing a song to the flies upon the green cheese. I can hoot and laugh. I can even open my mouth and let out the wilder beast. But I won't. I hate showing off.

I am I am. That is fictitious grammar. Fluid loss can lead to fatigue and even coma. How about a fullstop? A semi colon? No. Fluid loss can't help you with that. For that you'd need a pen; with a refill. Black or blue doesn't matter. Paper also you should have. The green light on my speaker is blinking. I hope it isn't a time bomb about to explode when the song ticker comes round a full circle.

I am sorry that you are inconsequential. It is not your fault. It is your fault. Paradox? Don't get me started on that.

Maggot's don't feed on lions. Nor lionesses. They feed on cheetahs and tigers. Ever wondered why? Because clubs without an "l" is cubs and cubs, my friends, are small small lions.

Good day to you all.

I, Pattabhi Raman, love you all except you Leelavati. You bitch!