Tune tatti nahi kri?

Gross humour follows. Tatti is slang for shit in my language- O great tatti Do not escape into my chaddi You are so witty You roam in the sewage of my city People also call you potti but you cause constipation in my tummy I was playing rummy You sent farts messages to mummy Now... Continue Reading →

Music Class

I was given four senses. I'm not blind, I'm not deaf, I enjoy salt and I take pride in smelling food. I especially like music though, its rhythm, the pattern it follows, the melody that ensues. I met him at the music class. Blue eyes, one tooth peering out of his lip. That little imperfection... Continue Reading →


Finally. Here you are. I was looking for you. It is important. Listen, can we talk? Yeah. Of course. Yep he's an arse. Right, that thing I wanted to talk about. Umm, how do I say it? No don't look at me like that! I got a call from him. He wants to see you.... Continue Reading →


A certain mammal (pictured below) has lodged complaints of impersonation. When questioned about the incident, he seemed very angry "Graaaawhhhh, wraaaahhhhwraaa kraaa. Braakkraaaa jaaaaa." This most appropriately translates to "I love squirrels" or "you will die you son of a bitch". When pointed out that dinosaurs are actually sons of lizards he suggested: "Gawr, jwarrara" roughly meaning... Continue Reading →

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