Furthermore I hate starting emails with 'i'm sorry i haven't emailed you in so long...' You know what guy: you weren't emailing me either. So, I'll just give a quick run down on all that I haven't put up over the last two months and lets say I'll make some out of chronological entries in the near future: I went to Nagaland with the guy in January. I moved house. I went to Nepal in February to renew my visa.
But here's some stuff I do have pictures of that happened recently: I work with Sahara's Women's Home that acts mainly as a Women's Rehab located in Neb Sarai, Delhi. Last week we went for Picnic (outing) to celebrate International Women's Day. Yay Women!
Here's Googs preparing the meat. On the menu: bbq beef and paneer for the those who are veg, served with yummy yummy mint curd chutney.
I married a female wrestler
As massive as can be,
She had bulging muscles,
Which quite facinated me
She said she loved me truly
But also said by heck,
If I ever catch you fooling around
I'll break your loving neck.
Sometimes to show affection,
She takes me on her lap,
She hugs me just little bit,
I feel my bones will snap,
Sometimes she hugs and kisses me,
Until I'm out of breath,
Oh my goodness, I'm afraid
She'll strangle me to death.
One day we were invited
To a fancy dressing ball,
She came dressed as Darah Singh,
We wrestled thro the hall,
We wrestled through the fox trot
I was powerless to resist,
we wrestled through the tango,
But I fainted in the Twist.
(Chorus)
To make things worse I have fallen
For the pretty girl next door,
She is skinny but I love her like I never loved before.
But If my wife should find out
The thought just makes me rave,
My friends you'll have to buy some flowers
And put them on my grave.
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I shall come and shall offer a lilac to the beggar,
I shall present another pair of earrings to the beautiful leprous woman;
A beautiful lady shall come to the brink of the brook
Let’s not muddy the brook
The lovely face will be doubled
I shall come to plant a carnation on each wall,
I shall rehearse a poem under each window
I shall give an oak to every crow
I shall tell the snake, “How glorious is the frog!"
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