Bend it like Karpal Singh

Friday. The day where the people at workplace becomes lesser. The air conditioner seems always colder on Fridays. Like you are confined in a tight space and you are sliding in and out, reminding yourself of a mortuary.


It's quite an auspicious weekend I must say.


First, my Fighter has become a Crusader. He has passed his 3rd job advancement with flying colours last night. He now has pretty orbs circling around him. And if I might add, he savaged and beat the crap out of his mentor Dances with Balrog. Dances with Balrog always reminds me that if I would be a Red Indian, my special name would be Drinking with Apu. Thank you. Please come again.


Tonight the pre-Sikh wedding party will commence. Green Bunny and I would have to wear steel underwears and remember not to bend down and pick anything on the floor. Not even a RM50 note. Not even a girl lying down spread eagle wanting you to bend down and lick the clitoris to oblivion. You'll never know which Bayi did you, since there are aplenty around.


If we both don't drown or wake with a sharp pain on our anus, we would have go to a Muslim wedding at the big desert in the next afternoon.


Then on Saturday night, we would have the full fledge Sikh wedding. We probably be merrily running around doing the banghra like what we see in movies.


I never been to one. A Sikh wedding. This would be my virgin Sikh wedding and I certainly hope my anus would stay virgin when it all ends.


One thing good about a Sikh wedding is alcohol is never out of stock. One of the groom's cousin told me this specifically, "God bless you on Friday night."


I don't know what it meant.


Let's hope he meant that I will either crawl back home, or knockout at the side of the pool. There are two people you don't challenge drinking with. One being the ever mighty Irish. The other would be the Sikhs. It's just stupid making a challenge anyway.