… and my madness elicits pity.
Ah, the vagaries of Google talk conversations:
Sushubh:
sup dude
samrat:
uploads! deliverables! milestones! guinea pig rape! skullfuckery!
Sushubh:
yey :\
samrat:
much nonsense is afoot, my friend
Sushubh:
samrat:
my only solace is John Ottman’s wonderful music and people on my google talk who keep reminding me that the world is sane, and the earth is not indeed, purple
Sushubh:
oh no
world is not sane :\
and the world is actually blue
samrat:
there you go disturbing my inner feng shui again
more coffee for me
devi, dammit
don’t run away
Sushubh:
i want some crappy office coffee 
samrat:
yeah well, you can come to my office and bloody well have the worst office coffee in your entire existence
Sushubh:
samrat:
it is distilled from evil itself using the tears of slaves and black hearts of donkey raping lawyers
the milk is churned from the blackest cancer stricken cows from calcutta
Sushubh:
hmm i think i would rather go to a ccd 
Sushubh:
samrat:
and i wil put this conversation on my blog, so that i can look at it and wonder at my insanity at a saner hour
Sushubh:
http://www.comics.com/comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert2732960061016.gif
samrat:
i will not cease ion my endeavours to make you famous, oh yes
Sushubh:
u would not want to live ur life depending on the mood swings of google
samrat:
you wouldn’t want to live your life as a corporate whore either so i guess the grass, as always, is yellow, burnt, and un cow worthy on our sides of the fence
Sushubh
10/17/2006 at 2:28 am
umm
serioussam
10/17/2006 at 3:46 am
damn, dude… this was someone else talking. Was this us last night? I hate late night work.
sunshine girl
10/17/2006 at 11:20 am
Do not say mean things about cows of Calcutta.
Coffee is good. Coffee is divine. Coffee is lifesaving. Coffee is scarce.
serioussam
10/18/2006 at 1:12 am
Those are not cows from Calcutta I am talking about. Those are blackest cancer stricken ones, they can be from anywhere, but those ones are specifically from Cal….. oh,man I was soooo tired when I typed this, I didn’t know what I was talkin about.
InfotoRot
10/23/2008 at 7:52 am
There was this guy see.
He wasn’t very bright and he reached his adult life without ever having learned “the facts”.
Somehow, it gets to be his wedding day.
While he is walking down the isle, his father tugs his sleeve and says,
“Son, when you get to the hotel room…Call me”
Hours later he gets to the hotel room with his beautiful blushing bride and he calls his father,
“Dad, we are the hotel, what do I do?”
“O.K. Son, listen up, take off your clothes and get in the bed, then she should take off her clothes and get in the bed, if not help her. Then either way, ah, call me”
A few moments later…
“Dad we took off our clothes and we are in the bed, what do I do?”
O.K. Son, listen up. Move real close to her and she should move real close to you, and then… Ah, call me.”
A few moments later…
“DAD! WE TOOK OFF OUR CLOTHES, GOT IN THE BED AND MOVED REAL CLOSE, WHAT DO I DO???”
“O.K. Son, Listen up, this is the most important part. Stick the long part of your body into the place where she goes to the bathroom.”
A few moments later…
“Dad, I’ve got my foot in the toilet, what do I do?”