Vote For Me!!!

September 25, 2009

Normally I wouldn’t do this, but I’ve gotten desperate. And desperate times call for desperate measures. So today, the one, the only, is asking, nay pleading you, to please to vote for me to become the Chief Blogger of the Royal Challengers Banagalore Team. If you do, I promise that if you are a guy, you shall have unlimited supply of beer and Kingfisher babes throughout the year. It’s a deal! And if you are a gal, I promise you shall meet every dashing cricketer you ever wanted to meet! There, I hope I’ve enticed you enough. Voting closes on 27th September, 2009, so please, please, please be quick.

Go to to vote. Vote for me. Vote for Kingfisher.


Three words: Sorry! Busy! Later!

Confessions (Submission by Mr. Prasad Gupte)
An elderly Italian man who lived on the outskirts of Rimini, Italy, went to the local church for confession.

When the priest slid open the panel in the confessional, the man said, "Father … During World War II, a beautiful Jewish woman from our neighborhood knocked urgently on my door and asked me to hide her from the Nazis. So I hid her in my attic."

The priest replied, "That was a wonderful thing you did, and you have no need to confess that."

"There is more to tell, Father… She started to repay me with sexual favors. This happened several times a week, and sometimes twice on Sundays."

The priest said, "That was a long time ago and by doing what you did, you placed the two of you in great danger. But two people under those circumstances can easily succumb to the weakness of the flesh. However, if you are truly sorry for your actions, you are indeed forgiven."

"Thank you, Father. That’s a great load off my mind. I do have one more question."

"And what is that?" asked the priest.

"Should I tell her the war is over?"