Just when you were convinced that surreal moments did not exist in this half crazed world of blogging, you found yourself scrolling through Samit Basu’s blog. You check, do a quick double check, and oh lord, its the Samit Basu you read in HT. ahah. Nice things happen when ducks quack, I suppose. Im a fan. Of yours. And now shall be, of the ducks as well.
Just when you were convinced that surreal moments did not exist in this half crazed world of blogging, you found yourself scrolling through Samit Basu’s blog.
You check, do a quick double check, and oh lord, its the Samit Basu you read in HT. ahah. Nice things happen when ducks quack, I suppose. Im a fan. Of yours. And now shall be, of the ducks as well.
why is it that when i view your blog, there’s a pop-up of copulating bovine beasts? eh? eh?
Hahaha. Ossum!
Gah-gling ovah thuh gah-bage?
J.A.P.
hehehehe. good one.
And just the other day someone was asking me about how I manage to have conversations with the literary types who seem to tolerate my presence.