Dream On !!!
“U’ve a date today?”
“watt??? Mom, r u okay?”
“what, I know hw u people prepare 4 dis day. U must have too, so tell me..?”
“mom, 1st u never approved of dis day n second hu on earth wud ever go on a date wid me?”
“y? what’s d problem?”
“u knw mom I don do very well wid girls, my outspoken nature n all, I simply cant b sum1 else just 2 impress dose complicated creatures.”
“so yr gonna waste d day workin at that filthy place?”
“u mean at d garage, yes.”
“OK, I’ve a solution, u go n try on yr own, in case u cant, I may find sum1 4 u.”
Is dis a dream or sumthin? my mother sayin dese wrds, I mean cz cool otherwise, bt nt lyk dis. Newe lets enjoy d mood.
“ok, kool”
I was leaving 4 d garage, whr I work as a mechanic n d reason isn’t dose 2000 bucks they r payin 4 d month but my luv 4 d machines. Hope mum understands dat sumday.
I took my ’92 model bicycle outside my dad’s parkin whr his new Honda CITY ws parked n left 4 wrk.
“and 1 more thing son, luv demands giving without any expectations, alwez remember.”
Of course mum…I said in my mind.
I left anywe 4 MALLIKA’S Hub, I knw it sounds ridiculous bt dat is it, name of d place whr I wrk, It sounds lyk a night club bt it’s a motorbike garage.
I reached in time, tx 2 ma stomach pressure wich I had 2 release in lyk 4min max.:P…
“y don u take sum digestion additive…it’s alwez been a prob wid u, hadn’t it been yr IQ of 184, I wud never hv hired U…”
“I’m tryin really hard 2 push it outside” u blowjob,<>
I thought 4 a moment if mum ws right abt havin a date, today atleast.
Peen….Peen….
“yes mam, can I help u?”
“bhaiya, check d rear break plz, its kinda lose..”
Damn, y dis bhaiya again, it’s a curse, a gift if u offer a public service.
Newe, I sud try 1ce, I thought…
“execuse me mam, I can fix it in lyk a min, I’ve an IQ of 184..”
“n yr wrkin in a motor garage, of course yr a genius. Nw fix it ASAP”
“can u cum on a date wid me 2de? If u dun mind”
“execuse me??? Hav u seen yr face in d mirror?? GOD”
“my mum says I’m d most good lukin person of my age in d neighbourhood.”
“is dat so? Well den get her eyes checked..haha”
“don talk lyk dat, mum is very helth conscious, c gets her eye’s checked every month.”
“of course c does, nw if u’ll execuse me, I will try at d next garage.”
Wat a loser….
“but mam…….damn u ‘y sud boyz hav all d fun’ thing……”
“cz gone u loser, told u get sum additive”
“its nt ma stomach, y u alwez blame ma centre??”
Y dis luv thing is so discrete in nature, do I need to b lyk any other butter ass, to get it moved. Of course I don’t. Newton din do dat either, he also gt dat gravity whore while shittin under an apple tree. I can do dat too, its just a girl, only difference bein derz no constant lyk 9.8 m/s2.
“hello der…..”
“yes mam, in yr service…just open it, I mean yr mouth…just to order, u knw…”
“umm, ya its dis noise, cumin 4m d backside”
“backside of d vehicle u mean?”
“wht else?”
“umm nothing just to b sure”
“just do it u cheap freak”
N derz another failure, well dey say Edison also failed for around 1000 times, keep tryin loser, tym of glory will cum eventually.
N den, as der ws no customer 4 a while, I ws just thinkin abt hu I really want to b with 2de. Cz so delicate, smiling alwez, like a drop of dew durin winters on a leaf, soo live, happening, carin, etc etc. bt y wud c lyk 2 cum n c me even. Cz lyk a goddess worshipped by 1000s lyk me, n lacs hu r much better than me. OMG, der c is, perhaps waitin 4 her date, no cz cumin towards MALLIKA’s, it’s a dream, I punched myself on d face. It hurts, well so its real.
“hey u, hw u doin?”
“hello ji, im wet, sweatin I mean, its too hot in here, u knw?”
“its nt dat hot, its just FEB”
Months don’t ctrl temperature sweetheart, der is metabolism too controlled by yr presence.
“hw can I help plz?”
“its just dat pudding I wanted 4m Sukla’s, preparing dinner today, special day u knw”
Of course I knw angel, yr getting a head-ache 2 prepare sum bloody sweet thing 4 sum greedy needy creepy son of a *****.
“and??”
“and I dun hav neone in d house hu can help, I sudnt ask dis bt if newe u can help plz?”
* luv demands giving without any expectations*
“ya sure, I’m made 4 u, I mean I can help of course, just a min.”
“hey john, I need d day off plz”
Don’t confuse wid d name, his name is Neelanjan Saha, he just likes it as John, its d last 3 alphabets of his 1st name ‘jan’ wich he edited as ‘john’.
“man, its yr stomach again, damn u intelligent dickhead”
Its nt dat, hw many times do I have 2 tell u.
“yes its kinda lyk dat, u knw im really sry, I’l fill wid sum overtime next time.”
“OK, n get sum lemon water next tym wid u.”
“ty, ty very much”
“dun use my toilet, plz”
Fuck U.
“yes ji, I’ll get yr pudding delivered in lyk half an hour, if dats fine wid u?”
“tx, yr a sweetheart, ummahhh”
Ain??
A kiss, man it ws lyk a new engine serviced wid grease, lyk a hypothetical motion without any friction. Damn me, wat m I thinking. Say sumthing.
“my IQ is 184”
“wat??”
“no, I mean yr pudding, half an hour.”
“ya, ty”
Look hw beautiful c iz, round face, hairs playin wid her shoulders, spects lyk brightenin her ocean eyes, words sweet as honey mixed wid sugarcane ….i cud go on …better stop.
Well, I managed her delivery, I mean her pudding in time, drunk my fav Fosters, just 1 bottle, n got home, at 6 O’Clock.
“c huz home, hw ws yr day?”
“exciting, as usual”
“wat about yr valentine?”
“mom, not nw plz”
“u alwez blame me, bt today I have gt sum1 waitin 4 u, bet u’d luv 2 meet”
“I’m tired mom, I just want Linkin Park in my ears n a good night sleep, tell huever it is to cum tomo…… hello ji, hwcum …I mean , dat idiot told me he delivered d pudding just in 20 min.”
“yes he did, its just dat d person 4 whom I wrked so hard……..”
Well, so I nw hav 2 get her boyfriend right in time, so d princess doesn’t have to wait, lucky bastard.
*luv demands giving without any expectations*
“don’t worry, just tell me whr to pick him 4m?”
“pick hu?”
“yr man”
“I think he just needs 2 get his IQ checked again, I dun think its 184…”
R u kiddin me? No way, I mean john alwez tells me bastard, bt never a lucky one.
“ji, ummmm….”
“lets go u idiot..”
“let me digest it, I mean punch my face plz.”
“helllooooooooooo”
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“hello sahabjade, wake up u lazy loser”
“ohh mum, its just…..oh my *** , its late, John is gonna kill me.”
“yes, he already has called 3 times, o my….wats dat smell? Get sum lemon water.”
Well, so it ws just a dream, n mum is perfectly normal.
I started preparing 4 my regular interesting job and in 15 min I ws in my way to MALLIKA’s but I ws happy, hopin d dream might cum true, just in case.
And even if it doesn’t…I hav gt my GANG to cheer me up in d evening. Fosters rock all time, u knw…:P
Have an Awsum Day wid Yr Valentine. [or join my GANG…:P]
posted by moralElectron @ 12:21 PM
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