The King of Good Times sure got some balls, don't he? Your fucking airline, you went overboard, and now you want the government to bail you out! Wah! Shut the bludy thing down and have 240 girls in your damn calendar next year instead of 12! Moron!
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2G scam. No bail, only jail for the bludy rascals. Good! Every time I start to feel sorry for Kanimozhi having to use the toilet in full view of her prison guards (unless the old walrus has had the latest European crapper and bath fitted in for her), the Anna Hazare in me springs up and says, -- No! It's because of scum like her that we have people shitting on the streets! No sympathy.
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Metallica kicked ass! Though I have to say the Palace Grounds is no place to hold a rock concert. Because you do not make 50,000 people wade in and out through the muck from one entrance and exit like cattle. Not unless it's bludy Woodstock. In which case we'd have been more appropriately under-dressed.
I gotta say this for the Bangalore girls though - those beer drinking, chhota kapda wearing, babes with their cancer sticks: You rock! But the next time I go there I want an automatic pistol with plenty of spare cartridges to shoot some of those bastard rickshaw drivers in the head. That'll be more fun than watching a bunch of beer guzzling chicas going about their business.
And Koshy's. Yes, you know how they say no trip to Bangalore is complete without a meal at Koshy's ... well, I'm pretty sure that if I tried hard enough I'd be able to turn out a better plate of biryani than the cold shit they served us for lunch that afternoon. The locals might be docile and understanding and may take it all sitting down, but God help you if you fuck with a guy from out of town who's hungry! Like in the old Westerns, he'll whip out his guns and shoot you bludy dead. In fact I quite imagined doing that at Koshy's. First to go would be that condescending head waiter who claimed their biryani is not heated up again once it is made because it destroys the flavour! Yeah, and I'm a Kingfisher babe with nice bazongas!
This place on the other hand was awesome!
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Ryan Adams and Whiskeytown - Dancing with the women at the bar.
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2G scam. No bail, only jail for the bludy rascals. Good! Every time I start to feel sorry for Kanimozhi having to use the toilet in full view of her prison guards (unless the old walrus has had the latest European crapper and bath fitted in for her), the Anna Hazare in me springs up and says, -- No! It's because of scum like her that we have people shitting on the streets! No sympathy.
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Metallica kicked ass! Though I have to say the Palace Grounds is no place to hold a rock concert. Because you do not make 50,000 people wade in and out through the muck from one entrance and exit like cattle. Not unless it's bludy Woodstock. In which case we'd have been more appropriately under-dressed.
I gotta say this for the Bangalore girls though - those beer drinking, chhota kapda wearing, babes with their cancer sticks: You rock! But the next time I go there I want an automatic pistol with plenty of spare cartridges to shoot some of those bastard rickshaw drivers in the head. That'll be more fun than watching a bunch of beer guzzling chicas going about their business.
And Koshy's. Yes, you know how they say no trip to Bangalore is complete without a meal at Koshy's ... well, I'm pretty sure that if I tried hard enough I'd be able to turn out a better plate of biryani than the cold shit they served us for lunch that afternoon. The locals might be docile and understanding and may take it all sitting down, but God help you if you fuck with a guy from out of town who's hungry! Like in the old Westerns, he'll whip out his guns and shoot you bludy dead. In fact I quite imagined doing that at Koshy's. First to go would be that condescending head waiter who claimed their biryani is not heated up again once it is made because it destroys the flavour! Yeah, and I'm a Kingfisher babe with nice bazongas!
This place on the other hand was awesome!
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Ryan Adams and Whiskeytown - Dancing with the women at the bar.
10 comments:
Now that you let the cat outta the bag, how are you going to face all those Bangalore people you did not say hello to?
Millers46 is surprisingly cheap! I expected it to be way more expensive..
I love Millers46!
hahhaa.. yeah yeah... **** Kanimozhi.. probably Raja is hittin' her in the shitter..
and you can't really blame Mallya man.. Probably Deepika was a bit expensive..
and I'd have thought "I am the Walrus" would have been appropriate song here, huh?
I am the eggman.. Goo Goo G'Joob!
Yeah I used to love Miller's 46 too. Nice place. and sad though I am for having left Bangalore, I am glad that the autorickshawdrivers are out of my hair. :)
visiting your blog after a long long time! over 3 years!! hope you're well. I was thirdattempt.blogspot.com... now started a new blog - yourchoicesarehalfchance.blogspot.com..back to blogging.. good to see you're still around.. :)
You know Percy was chewing my brains asking me to accompany him to Bangalore after our trip to Goa and I was resisting. But your post reminded me of Koshy's and winters in Bangalore... I wanna go there now even if it's only for a day :)
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