Modi: I'm seeing frikkin lasers, dude!!
Buddy: Dude, you're tiresome.
Modi: I'm serious, bro! And fireworks over Bangalore.
Buddy: Whaa??
Modi: And cheerleaders, man. I need to get some cheerleaders. And then go get me some poontang.
Buddy: What the fuck you goin on about, man?
Modi: Man, this shit's gonna be so awesaaam.
Buddy: What?
Modi: And Bollywood, biatch! Ain't no sunshine... if the B... er.. anyway, you get what I mean.
Buddy: No.
Modi: Cheerleaders too..
Buddy: Shut the fuck up. NO MORE DRUGS FOR YOU!!
Modi: Cruel bro.
Buddy: I swear if you open your mouth one more time, I will have to slap you.
Modi: That's it!! SLAPS! We need people slapping each other! And golden helmets. And cheerleaders.
(Thanks, Ottayan)
3 comments:
Hahaha, funny stuff John!
Thanks, Q.
ha ha ha... I came right from ott's blog and I instantly got it from the first few lines... cool dude modi... sly f@&K... been a ravee hunter all his life... amazing.
cheers john
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