Blah 3

This "blah-series" post is completely and solely dedicated to the one and only _Mudde_ (read the owner of this blog) and his improved talents in cracking PJs* (read Pro-thetic Jokes).

Untill recently, the talent was undernourished and uncared for (it still isn't cared for anyway, but what the heck), all thanks to insomnia. But today was the day of revival, the day of a new dawn in the history of my sleeping under-rated talent.

Here is a first person account of the event which clearly marked the dawn. The Mother of _mudde_ was complaining about this noise which was created by a particular window everytime it was closed or opened to The Father. In what looked like an attempt, of course a futile one, to save The Father from having to think about a solution to the issue put forth by The Mother, _mudde_ asks The Mother to take The Father's Motor Scooter to the nearest photocopy place and get a photocopy of the silencer of the motor scooter and stick it to the above mentioned window so as to reduce the noise created. (Applause!!) The Mother, evidently confused with this innovative idea of mine, asks me what was wrong with The Maiden's silencer. (read _mudde_'s motorcycle) And I, with no apparent delay, replied with full enthusiasm that I would very generously let her take my bike as well for the photocopy of its silencer. She dint understand a word (See!! this marked the strong come back of the dormant talent!) and continued with her work, indifference oozing in torrents.

Well, you all must be exhausted emotionally by now, reading the thrilling first-person account of the exciting comeback of my PJ talent!! All applause gracefully accepted!


A word of caution though: Beware you all for the lord of PJ as risen for the dormant abyss of the depths of gray cells and you'll be haunted till the end of eternity and will be made the pathetic butt of my jokes... oops i meant butt of my pathetic jokes...

Disclaimer: I'm not responsible for anyone committing suicide after reading this post and no PJ shall be taken back. Period.


* A PJ is the essence of the creativity of the great mind (read _mudde_'s mind) which has been deprived of a stable platform and opportunities by the society for a secure and complete expression of ones frustrations and complaints about the shortcomings of the governing body of the brain... (whew! Thank God that ended...) Whatever that meant... It was essential to qualify this blog for the prestigious "blah-series"... So long...