It happens anyway.
People so insouicantly fritter away their own dirty linen, be so wasteful in making a seemingly devilish move. One of my dearest, and contrary to what many negatives would think aftre this post, this is our standard procedure...Anyways, Katti, you asked for it dude!
Now that the pixels are out of the mail bag, the ones that I would be reciprocating to the unconsciously self-destructive to the almost convictional perosnality that would be revealed to the unaware and endarkened world. Balasubramaniam Karthik, often refered in the 'circles' as B. Karthik, or still B.K. more morbidly, these refering to the abstrused doctors who have reached an impasse at the All India Seminar on Mental Therapy Procedures and Research, their challenges, he being a profound one. An ideal to fall back on, he is currently the advising head to Karzai on the scatological strategies to control the Taliban. Now we know what Bush couldn't get in Iraq!
For thou asinine soul that did not mind, what would hold for his would be pitiable arse who would be dissolved in the sardonic deeds that his shrinking brain couldn't find...
Prologue:
This will have its derogatory effects far more visceral than all you viewers can adjudge. The comment column is the space to watch out for. So Karthik, "You, sundown, My comment page..."
Alright I am exaggerating...
See for yourself...
The Opener:
Yeaheah, a little modertion front on, this is....
The indelible,
The indomintable,
The...
Ok Ok, we know you have got a 'french' beard...
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Rest, I think it will be a long time before the ground of the feilds of comments in this blog are not audience to more savages and swears. So,
No Comments.
Over to Karthik.
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