"Pomfret! Pomfret? You have pomfret? Grilled?"
Was wot Pops was screaming at the South Indian Fish Market people at dinner today. I'm serious. He actually walked upto the cook and yelled "POMFRET?!" in his face.
"If you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater the effort the heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders—what would you tell him to do?"
"I…don’t know. What…could he do? What would you tell him?"
"To shrug."
Was wot Pops was screaming at the South Indian Fish Market people at dinner today. I'm serious. He actually walked upto the cook and yelled "POMFRET?!" in his face.
6 comments:
Uh oh!!!
Well, did they have it?
Your father is a unique man. I would not say strange because then he could eat my kids...
I was going to defend him but then I realized that he is a strange man.
But don't be daft, he won't eat your kids. He likes little ones. He might chew you up a bit.
I thot we talked about your heathen spawn and how it would be a travesty on the universe if you procreated. Didn't we talk about this?
YOU HAVE BLOG?! WRITTEN BLOG?
I have nicknamed you Champa Rani on my linkage. Thusly I sing...
[on the refrain of Bill Rani in Goal]
Oh Champa Raaaaaaaaani!
Oh Champa Rani, kabhi to ek blog likh-de-tu!
Unrelated note -
Changing Blog URL and Name
I'm shortening the blog URL / name to c-flat.blogspot.com
Please update your links accordingly. Thanks!
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