“Sit down here while I talk to you. You don’t walk out on me!” That was two weeks ago. “You fool, is that what your mates are doing?” That was just last week, when her husband had playfully told her that he wished he would celebrate his thirtieth birthday in a grand style. “And whose … Continue reading Ness (Jerk?)
*** I used to love dogs, but I’m an ailurophile now. When I say “I used to love dogs”, I mean- from the Chihuahuas, Poodles and Pugs totted around by Hollywood celebrities in movies and red-carpet events, to the giant Alsatian my friend Kuby Uyanga keeps in his house (that dog consumes a carton of … Continue reading When Dogs bark [A Dairy of an ailurophile]
I took off the blindfolds and stared down the terror-stricken eyes of my ill-fated hostages; all six of them. After years of meticulous planning, painstaking surveillance and internet hacking I was able to lure this miserable bunch into a single location and finally prepare to carry out the judgement they all rightfully deserved. As I … Continue reading Five bullets