Got me this CD on Sunday. Buddy Guy and Junior Wells - Live at Legends.
Haven't had the time to listen to it yet though. Bought it at this new store called Landmark that's opened recently. I usually take a very long time to decide if I should buy something or not. And it's a hell of a lot worse with music. You won't believe how many times I've picked up a CD after having decided I want it and then 15 minutes later (after walking all around the shop with it in my hand) I've quietly gone and put it back.
But I bought this one, and I'm glad I did. Had it on cassette, but I don't know where that's gone. All acoustic - guitar and harmonica ... good ol' Chicago blues.
And at Landmark I boldly went where I'm pretty sure no man has gone before. And if any man has indeed gone there before I bet he didn't stay very long. I'm talking about the Erotica section. You should have seen the look I got from this aunty who was checking out the dictionaries (which for some weird reason is right opposite the erotic stuff). Ha! I bet given a chance she'd love uncle to come and pick up a few tips on the art of loving.
First thing that caught my eye was this huge, huge book - the size of a bludy atlas - called The Big Book of Breasts. Maybe it is kinda like an atlas ... maybe the author travelled various parts of the world and analyzed the differences between them bazooms. Frankly I was scared to open it and have a look for fear that I'd find myself staring in horror at a pair of African saggies, the kind they show on National Geographic.
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So Babyshek and Ash have finally done it .... but what about the horrorscopes that didn't match? A marriage of convenience, is what it is. But who the hell cares, right? And one can only imagine what the traffic scene will be like in Bombay on the 19th of Feb (or whenever the wedding takes place) .... A massive public inconvenience that will turn out to be.
O.K. Gotta run. Got a woman waiting for me. And you know how they get when you keep them waiting :)
Here's the great Buddy Guy ... Damn right I got the blues. Hell yeah!
Haven't had the time to listen to it yet though. Bought it at this new store called Landmark that's opened recently. I usually take a very long time to decide if I should buy something or not. And it's a hell of a lot worse with music. You won't believe how many times I've picked up a CD after having decided I want it and then 15 minutes later (after walking all around the shop with it in my hand) I've quietly gone and put it back.
But I bought this one, and I'm glad I did. Had it on cassette, but I don't know where that's gone. All acoustic - guitar and harmonica ... good ol' Chicago blues.
And at Landmark I boldly went where I'm pretty sure no man has gone before. And if any man has indeed gone there before I bet he didn't stay very long. I'm talking about the Erotica section. You should have seen the look I got from this aunty who was checking out the dictionaries (which for some weird reason is right opposite the erotic stuff). Ha! I bet given a chance she'd love uncle to come and pick up a few tips on the art of loving.
First thing that caught my eye was this huge, huge book - the size of a bludy atlas - called The Big Book of Breasts. Maybe it is kinda like an atlas ... maybe the author travelled various parts of the world and analyzed the differences between them bazooms. Frankly I was scared to open it and have a look for fear that I'd find myself staring in horror at a pair of African saggies, the kind they show on National Geographic.
***
So Babyshek and Ash have finally done it .... but what about the horrorscopes that didn't match? A marriage of convenience, is what it is. But who the hell cares, right? And one can only imagine what the traffic scene will be like in Bombay on the 19th of Feb (or whenever the wedding takes place) .... A massive public inconvenience that will turn out to be.
O.K. Gotta run. Got a woman waiting for me. And you know how they get when you keep them waiting :)
Here's the great Buddy Guy ... Damn right I got the blues. Hell yeah!
6 comments:
Ash and Abhi baby made it to OUR newspapers here as well...lol. I don't get it...I thought 2 manglik people WERE meant to get married to each other....it was dubious if one was and the other wasn't??? Maybe I have no idea of Indian astrology anyways :P
The big book of breasts huh? Hehe...here we just open our latest issue of Cleo or Cosmopolitan or even any fashion mag and it's all there. Pfft... :D
LOL @ saggies!
Oh I heard now that Ash has to marry a tree to get rid of the manglik curse...it's a centuries old tradition called Kumbh Vivah???
Google "Ash marrying a tree" lol...
Other than sounding utterly idiotic, what the fark does 'manglik' even mean? No, I don't want to know what it means, and expose my brain to more retarded bull-crap.
And when are Indian men going to become real men and stop looking into stars and shit to decide their future?
Now, regarding the interesting topic of boobies, looks like that particular book is a photo-collection of plus-size goodies between the '40s and the '70s. Dude, you should've taken a quick peek ;).
how did i not see this before? african saggies? gak!! and manglik ash and abhishek....now you make me wonder if they're right up there with karan johar and srk in your list of eternal loves. don't worry, mumbai has survived a lot worse and it will survive the trafiic jams on their wedding day, as will you. and that darned word verification is back again, i see.
Good post.
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