December 2009
151 posts
Not surprised by the high concentration of mummy bloggers in and around Egypt.
Welcome, 2010!
4-year-old niece was asked to colour seventeen circles. She finished seven. I asked how many were left. She replied: “Teen”.
Goodbye, 2009. I cannot believe that it has been ten long years since we were all so excited about welcoming the new millennium.
RT @afoolishwit: Why do people complain about diet food? If you dump a pound of shredded cheese on top, it’s delicious.
Wife opened the door just in time to not catch me masturbating to her old photos. Man, that was close.
RT @EightBitsShort: Day 5 of Dad using the iPod I got him solely as a radio.
Now I know how he must have felt when I would play with the …
http://www.itsjuststars.com # You’re welcome.
Come on, Favstar. Chirstmas is over. Get rid of the stars already!
When the only tool you have is Twitter, every problem fits nicely into 140 characters.
Buying “The Lost Symbol” is actually the second biggest mistake one can make. Reading it will be the first.
“All your meme are belong to us” has ≈375 Google search results. Hats off to the intelligent minds that thought of that one before I did.
Thanks to T9, now I feel like I’ve been stripped naked and was made to dance to a Lady Gaga song in front of a crowd.
Gonna move a petition to suspend the Twitter accounts of people who can’t differentiate between “your” and “you’re”. Your welcome.
Threesomes are the new wife/husband swappings, right?
Pro Tip: Rice doesn’t taste any better when boiled with a cellphone.
The sooner is not *always* the better. #ShitMyGirlfriendSays
Gonna move a petition to suspend the Twitter abounts of people who can’t differentiate between “your” and “you’re”. Your welcome.
All your meme are belong to us.
An excellent post-mortem analysis of a digitally slaughtered image. http://bit.ly/922gEo (via @timoreilly)
My superpower is hitting the ESC key after entering the wrong password with such precise timing that nobody will see the error message.
Now that’s friendship! Friends swap same birthday card for 32 years: http://bit.ly/7yqPLt (via @weirdnews)
Help someone. Donate a positive thought. http://bit.ly/4TqgQS
You know what I loved the most in my teen years about the life in Kerala? The daily half-an-hour scheduled power outages.
“Black holes aren’t as black as they are painted.” (Stephen W. Hawking, “The Theory of Everything”)
The movie “3 Idiots” should’ve been more aptly titled “4 Idiots”. Why not count the person who’s watching it?
Couldn’t help but recommend @bitterpuss for following. Trust me when I say she’s awesome, because I’ve read all her tweets.
Sad that Rajnikanth would’t be even half-way through his career of playing the angry young man in Tamil movies when the world ends in 2012.
RT @Toujours_Diva: “Any love interests, son?” *nods head* “I work with a girl whose husband is in prison for attempted murder. That’s …
Heard a girl referring to testosterone as the jerk hormone. I called her a bitch and punched her in the face. Well, she asked for it.
RT @mujib: If you plan to ram a car on Christmas night, make sure the other driver is sozzled and dazed. We parted as friends. Happy hol …
Do you remember when “So desperate that she would molest the Pope in the middle of a crowd” used to be just a figure of speech?
The reason most gay marriages end up in failure is that both spouses want to wear the trousers.
Prithviraj is ruling Malayalam TV channels on Christmas. He’s one lucky chap.
{ @MonikkaB: I work best under pressure. } — Do your customers also prefer the same style?
My coffee needs a better understanding of why people on Twitter keep bitching about what their coffees need more of.
Just as I was about to take a snap of the weird-tattooed moth, the impatient gecko grasped it with mouth & almost gave me the middle finger.
32.3% of atheists still believe that there is a Santa Claus. #hellatruefact
Bullshit is thicker than logic and common sense. At least in the corporate world.
This coffee needs more stars on Favstar.
Boss: Why are you wearing Jeans? It’s not Friday.
Me: There’s no spoon.
Boss: Come see me in my cabin. Obviously, he doesn’t speak Matrix.
{ @gothscifigirl: Changing my name to Anne Thrope. And please call me Miss. } — Is @MeSamThorpe your cousin?
Men are excellent advice-givers. http://bit.ly/6uFYvE (via @Toujours_Diva)
Who else thinks that “Pinkertons” sound more like the name of a gay fraternity than that of a detective agency?
Don’t you hate deleting your Twitter a/c & restoring it a month later to find your earlier followers discussing how much of a jerk you were?
New year’s resolution: Give up checking FavStar to see who favourited my tweets recently. Like who am I kidding.
Drafting a letter to the Norwegian Nobel Committee, threatening to kill all of its members if *I* don’t get the Nobel Peace Prize next year.
New Year’s resolution: Give up checking FavStar to see who favourited my tweets recently. Like who am I kidding.
I have a bad feeling that one of my alternate personalities has got DID.
Working on a solution to square the circle. Seems easier than asking that hot girl at my office out.