Terror Has A New Face

Fuckers.

On my way back home from wherever, the autorickshaw was stopped at a nakabandi at 2 a.m. Unusual, for I’d never been stopped by cops while commuting by rickshaw before. Fried on acid (yeah, I know it’s become a weekly thing), I was dreading being questioned by the police, and it wasn’t until a few minutes later that I realized why they’d been looking at me like that. The beard which I’d grown with much love for over a month was looking very different now. The morning before, I’d shaved off only the moustache to take on a much more extreme look. Everybody who saw me that Sunday obviously thought I was a Muslim guy. For a little less than a minute, I wondered what it must be like for Muslims to be stopped at every nakabandi. But the real terrorists were waiting at home; take a look at these fuckers who scared the hell out of me that night. You should see what they look like on acid.

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Violence Is Golden

Few things can give more pleasure than beating the crap out of someone who’s really asking for it. More like begging, down on their knees and all. I hereby vow not to shave my beard till I’ve kicked the living shit out of this one person who doesn’t value people who are nice to him. Anyway, talk is cheap – I’ll just publish photographs or maybe even upload a video of this fellow’s testicles dangling from his nostrils along with a photograph of my beard as soon as possible. Fun times ahead.