WARNING: PLEASE IF U DON HAVE TIME TO KILL DONT READ THIS. ITS A TOTAL WASTE OF TIME AND M NOT TRYING REVERSE PSYCHOLOGY.
naksatra: wat r u doing?
rahul: wiriting.
nakshatra: writing what?
rahul: i don know.
nakshatra: i wrote once.
rahul: i dont care.
nakshatra: it was bullshit.
rahul: even this is and guess what this will be too.
nakshatra: do u watch splitsvilla?
rahul: its a wastage of time and i hate it, but then i do.
nakshatra: wat do u call splitsvilla in france?
rahul: ???
nakshatra: splitsville.
nakshatra: in mexico??
rahul: what?
nakshatra: splits-tequilla.
rahul: its not funny but m laughing.
nakshatra: in US?
rahul: tell me the answers too, m gonna pretend that i don wanna waste my time to think bout the answers.
nakshatra: because of the recession they r using it to employ people with it and they call it splits-vella.
barack: m offended.
nakshatra: shutup, atleast on my blog.
rahul: well! go on.
nakshatra: in hollywood?
rahul: m listenin.
nakshatra: u r wrong, everyday life.
nakshatra: in spain?
rahul: tell me.
nakshatra: i don know something in spanish.
rahul: yeah i thot so.
nakshatra: in iraq?
rahul: go on.
nakshatra: death-to-america, they call everything death to america.
barack: m scared.
nakshatra: get secret service on it, don tell me.
nakshatra: finally what do u call splitsvilla in taliban?
rahul: jihad.
nakshatra: wrong again, nothing if u take name of such things there u will be amputated.
rahul: m thinkin of laughin now. did u make all this up.
nakshatra: i can pretend to, but i read it from that ever scrollin thing down on the screen, they call it ticker.
jay: can i use these on my show.
nakshatra: ask MTV.
pranav: jai ganesh jai ganesh jasi ganesh deva.
karan: kuch accha baja na, kya harami.
kiel: u r always my mister ET.
nakshatra: koi kuch bakar bolo na.
karan: purki looks like a mattha to me, kya harami.
purki: m already fucked, go get ur mom fucked.
kiel: pardesi pardesi ............................................
kiel: i love pancakes.
abhishek: forest gump.
purki: sir jee.
pranav: he he.
kiel: liar liar pants on fire.
silence............... and music...............
abhishek: give me a b minor.
purki: is it??
karan: easy hai, kya harami.
more music....
abhishek: tell me a song.
purki tell me the chords of pardesi pardesi.
abhishek: f sharp.
karan: wah wah!, kya harami.
sexual explicit voices.........
nakshatra sings.
atleast tries to.
abhishek: lets play something dude.
(wake me up when september ends)
chorus: summer has come and gone.................. blah blah blah.....
abhishek: its on d, sorry sorry, e.
chorus: (repeat).
karan: write this down too, kya harami.
(when u say nothing at all)
chorus: its amazing how u can speak........
(senti senti senti senti senti..........)
kiel: kya kar rahe ho ji dandiys khel rahe ho.... type karo bhosdi wale......
karan: ye be, kya harami.
(leaving on a jet plane)
chorus: all my bags are packed...............
i hate to go....
karan: na na na na , kya harami.
kiel: it is very high. koi*1000.
nakshatra: give me stuff.
karan: upar wala, kya harami.
kiel: i need plectrums.
(rockon!)
chorus: assama........
pranav: i m a self proclaimed vocalist.
everyone: yeah rite.
(chandi jaisa rang hai tera)
chorus: blah blah....
kiel: i liked nagpur with other things before coming to nagpur.
pranav: tell him too distortionist. ah ha............
purki: ye gana bam feel wala be.
chorus: pardesi (repeat)..............
(tum to tehre pardesi)
chorus: ta. ta ta...ten ten ten...eeeeeeee
karan: S.K. kya harami.
kiel: please get the lyrics.
purki: oh fuck!
pranav: one two three start.
nakshatra: take two.
pranav: m gettin conscious.
kiel: arey tujhe nahi yaad hai..... please mujhe gaane de.
nakshata: take three.
karan: a girl was singing in a train, kya harami.
kiel starts writing.
Kiel(the xtremly handsome one...the one who stands out in a croud...): yes
(always)
(car passed on the road below...nobody heard it)
(Usually being the famous guy that I am I dont write in other peoples blog...today is an exception)
{I like curly brackets}
Naxi(you know...the chilled out one....baby): They likes curly dicKs.
Pranav: lets do my OC.(original composition)
Naxi : orange city,orange county.
Speaking Tree : The inner soul must be fed to demons.With french fries on the side.
On a more serious note,we are resposible for creating our oun ka(o)rmaa...veg.
kiel ends writing.
jay: can i show this on my show please..... u made a video... please...
nakshatra: we will decide in the general elections.
(knocking on heavens door)
surprise: nakshatra tells the chords.
chorus: mama take this.................
karan: khatam ho gaya, kya harami.
nakshatra: where did everyone go?
pranav: phone.
Kiel starts writting again:
Hi I dont believe in punctuationorspacesinbetweenwordsnowisaverychallengingparttryingtomakesenceofthishumungouswordthatwillappeartostretchthelimitsofthisblogenjoyscrollingyoubastardiamonarolltodayandwillkeepwritingbullshittilliamtirednaxiislookigatmeinthewaymostfemalesdoibetterstopwrittinggoodbye
kiel finally stops writing.
S.K.: wats dis.
(everybody ignores him)
nakshatra: now i should post this.
(kiel approves or doesnt hu cares).
tata
kiel: nano.
I TOLD YOU.
naksatra: wat r u doing?
rahul: wiriting.
nakshatra: writing what?
rahul: i don know.
nakshatra: i wrote once.
rahul: i dont care.
nakshatra: it was bullshit.
rahul: even this is and guess what this will be too.
nakshatra: do u watch splitsvilla?
rahul: its a wastage of time and i hate it, but then i do.
nakshatra: wat do u call splitsvilla in france?
rahul: ???
nakshatra: splitsville.
nakshatra: in mexico??
rahul: what?
nakshatra: splits-tequilla.
rahul: its not funny but m laughing.
nakshatra: in US?
rahul: tell me the answers too, m gonna pretend that i don wanna waste my time to think bout the answers.
nakshatra: because of the recession they r using it to employ people with it and they call it splits-vella.
barack: m offended.
nakshatra: shutup, atleast on my blog.
rahul: well! go on.
nakshatra: in hollywood?
rahul: m listenin.
nakshatra: u r wrong, everyday life.
nakshatra: in spain?
rahul: tell me.
nakshatra: i don know something in spanish.
rahul: yeah i thot so.
nakshatra: in iraq?
rahul: go on.
nakshatra: death-to-america, they call everything death to america.
barack: m scared.
nakshatra: get secret service on it, don tell me.
nakshatra: finally what do u call splitsvilla in taliban?
rahul: jihad.
nakshatra: wrong again, nothing if u take name of such things there u will be amputated.
rahul: m thinkin of laughin now. did u make all this up.
nakshatra: i can pretend to, but i read it from that ever scrollin thing down on the screen, they call it ticker.
jay: can i use these on my show.
nakshatra: ask MTV.
pranav: jai ganesh jai ganesh jasi ganesh deva.
karan: kuch accha baja na, kya harami.
kiel: u r always my mister ET.
nakshatra: koi kuch bakar bolo na.
karan: purki looks like a mattha to me, kya harami.
purki: m already fucked, go get ur mom fucked.
kiel: pardesi pardesi ............................................
kiel: i love pancakes.
abhishek: forest gump.
purki: sir jee.
pranav: he he.
kiel: liar liar pants on fire.
silence............... and music...............
abhishek: give me a b minor.
purki: is it??
karan: easy hai, kya harami.
more music....
abhishek: tell me a song.
purki tell me the chords of pardesi pardesi.
abhishek: f sharp.
karan: wah wah!, kya harami.
sexual explicit voices.........
nakshatra sings.
atleast tries to.
abhishek: lets play something dude.
(wake me up when september ends)
chorus: summer has come and gone.................. blah blah blah.....
abhishek: its on d, sorry sorry, e.
chorus: (repeat).
karan: write this down too, kya harami.
(when u say nothing at all)
chorus: its amazing how u can speak........
(senti senti senti senti senti..........)
kiel: kya kar rahe ho ji dandiys khel rahe ho.... type karo bhosdi wale......
karan: ye be, kya harami.
(leaving on a jet plane)
chorus: all my bags are packed...............
i hate to go....
karan: na na na na , kya harami.
kiel: it is very high. koi*1000.
nakshatra: give me stuff.
karan: upar wala, kya harami.
kiel: i need plectrums.
(rockon!)
chorus: assama........
pranav: i m a self proclaimed vocalist.
everyone: yeah rite.
(chandi jaisa rang hai tera)
chorus: blah blah....
kiel: i liked nagpur with other things before coming to nagpur.
pranav: tell him too distortionist. ah ha............
purki: ye gana bam feel wala be.
chorus: pardesi (repeat)..............
(tum to tehre pardesi)
chorus: ta. ta ta...ten ten ten...eeeeeeee
karan: S.K. kya harami.
kiel: please get the lyrics.
purki: oh fuck!
pranav: one two three start.
nakshatra: take two.
pranav: m gettin conscious.
kiel: arey tujhe nahi yaad hai..... please mujhe gaane de.
nakshata: take three.
karan: a girl was singing in a train, kya harami.
kiel starts writing.
Kiel(the xtremly handsome one...the one who stands out in a croud...): yes
(always)
(car passed on the road below...nobody heard it)
(Usually being the famous guy that I am I dont write in other peoples blog...today is an exception)
{I like curly brackets}
Naxi(you know...the chilled out one....baby): They likes curly dicKs.
Pranav: lets do my OC.(original composition)
Naxi : orange city,orange county.
Speaking Tree : The inner soul must be fed to demons.With french fries on the side.
On a more serious note,we are resposible for creating our oun ka(o)rmaa...veg.
kiel ends writing.
jay: can i show this on my show please..... u made a video... please...
nakshatra: we will decide in the general elections.
(knocking on heavens door)
surprise: nakshatra tells the chords.
chorus: mama take this.................
karan: khatam ho gaya, kya harami.
nakshatra: where did everyone go?
pranav: phone.
Kiel starts writting again:
Hi I dont believe in punctuationorspacesinbetweenwordsnowisaverychallengingparttryingtomakesenceofthishumungouswordthatwillappeartostretchthelimitsofthisblogenjoyscrollingyoubastardiamonarolltodayandwillkeepwritingbullshittilliamtirednaxiislookigatmeinthewaymostfemalesdoibetterstopwrittinggoodbye
kiel finally stops writing.
S.K.: wats dis.
(everybody ignores him)
nakshatra: now i should post this.
(kiel approves or doesnt hu cares).
tata
kiel: nano.
I TOLD YOU.
