Lord Vutulaki wrote:Every fucking night my wife unplugs this fan I have going to plug in the kids dvd player. Every fucking night I get out of the shower and the room is hot as fuck. So for the last week ive been politely asking her to plug it into a socket 3 feet away so that the air conditioned air circulates into the fucking bedroom. Tonight I came out of the shower and the fucking fan is off so I tried reminding her to . which she replied in broken ass dog shit kongrish "whats problem just turn it on yourself"
To which I replied "one more time and I slit your throat"
I can actually sympathize with what Vutu is saying here because I know him and Mama San are having some marital problems right now. A far cry from the Happy couple I visited a few years ago.
I just do not understand why he would make a story up as outlandish as this one. Anyone who has met Ricky Ponting knows he showers twice a week at the most.
If anyone has ever visited India they know the stench that hits your face the second you walk off the plane. A pungent odor that fills your nostrils and makes your stomach queasy.
Meeting Vutu is a similar experience. When you first shake his small girlish hand a mixture of curry,sweat and feces swarms and encompasses you like Benwahwah at an all you can eat buffet.
Anyone who has had the
pleasure of speaking to him online can attest to the fact that while not only having the personality of a wild rabid dingo but the faint smell of curry can actually be detected through your computer monitor thousands of miles away.
