The Pilot

Finally, my first blog didn't expect to write so soon, was actually planning on writing once i had a failed marriage.Since this is a challenge and a competition with my new found brethren, I'm gonna write about the events which unfurled on a Saturday night.

This night was no ordinary night, because this night broke personal records since it was the third consecutive night i have been hanging out with dicks (not kidding). Like all stories this too starts in airlines, where we get the latest gossip of how fast is the fastest car, where is Osama & MJ hiding, how did Anil Kapoor have a kid and how cool is Sunny Deol. We grouped and finally decided to hit Fireflies to have a drink. Gill and I have this egoistic competition of who can drink the most in a night. This was the third night of our competition and just like any score from a women's arm wresting match it was a draw. I opted out of drinking in FF since we were crashing a party later that night and i had to ride (if u guessed bike, you were right). Just like any bro's night all we discussed was taps, music, wangs, movies, fights, wangs, etc (ya i said it).We posed with the stoned DJ for his pedo profile. We did the legendary Steve Jobs pose which turned out to be a pose by a tamilian in a stalker manual and the westside rapper pose were we turned out to look like vanilla ice. We wrapped up pretty early and scooted to crash a crazy party. Just like every expectation from a Karan Johar screening the place we crashed was packed with fags and had few girls who would bang for a knock knock joke. Little that they knew that we guys would make the party the most memorable one for them.

Jay - Z's of the West Side..

The iPose

Oh ya i just got a pop up from my PC and I'm not making this up, according to my PC this is the most amount of text i have typed with no pornographic images in the page. Wow, one more personal record.(Sweet)

Getting back to the story, so i started drinking trying to match up to Gill since he already was pretty buzzed from FF.After a few drinks, i started playing some music that Gill and i had danced for on a regular basis thanks to Dance Central ( sad part no poker face in my playlist). We started dancing like we owned the floor and i started getting looks from the guys like how Tyson got after winning the championship ( yep... the 'your the man look' ). All these years all i knew that the way to a women's heart was just being nice and caring, but that night realized the shortest way was a the sprinkler move from Starsky & Hutch. Few songs later my greatest nemesis started making moves "Tequila". I have bad memories with tequila, i avenged those memories by making other suffer (sadistuc) by provoking people into drinking a caustic mix of tequila, breezer, beer and the secret unknown recipe bits of empire kababs (ya somethings definitely wrong with me). Again we killed it on the dance floor. Gill started making moves on his victim (nope not me). She would have banged him in a heartbeat (don't get me wrong, she bangs anything that moves). Gill realized later that he didn't bring his magic pill and it had been ages since he manscaped. He decided to sit it out and give his left hand a chance the next day (lol, i will destroy you Gill). It was pretty late and everyone started to hit the sack right about when we hit the karaoke mode. We sang through our glory days of eminem, RHCP, audioslave and vengaboys. At dawn we left to grap a cup of tea(been watching couple of British sitcoms) , where we began discussing plots for a sketch comedy(watch out for us) and then we called it an end and i dropped him back home (as gay as this post sounds, no we didn't do it).

Oh ya during all these events, we had our friend Anirudh with us, didn't want to add him into the whole plot, because it would have just made it more gayer.

P.S.: This was like a regular night with no extraordinary twists or tales, and we decided to write on this particular night for comparison, so i couldn't end it on a better note. If you wanna know how he fared in his post visit kanangill.blogspot.com.This was supposed to be a competition on writing about the drinking competition, i didn't want it to be a cliche by cataloging what we drank and how we drank and shit.

Just realized how much thought process went into writing this. Will definitely start maintaining a blog, just to keep my screwed up psychopathic creativity flowing.