Ramblings of a NumbSkull

It was a cold and windy night. The clouds loomed large in the sky and hid the Moon from those wussy people who try to see their far separated lovers in it… lame…  Anyways, it was about to rain.. Hell… Let the rains begin..

So its raining now and alongwith wind and cold its quite a shitty place to be in. But then, as always, there’s a guy who has some work to do which can’t be postponed till tomorrow, which, weather.msn.com says will be sunny and clear.. So this guy is going and going(to do his so-called work) and comes across a broken truck. He goes near and alas, he finds that the driver is dead on the steering wheel with his throat slit. This guy gets shit scared thinking that the killer might be around and that he might be the next victim, why he thinks that I don’t know..but I am sure he’s one of those Moon-gazing wussies..

Suddenly, there is rumble in the bushes by the roadside, should I say this guy got even more scared? He didnt even think that the driver’s assistant might be in the bushes, injured and bleeding and might be needing some help, the killer might have dragged him there. I guess cold+wind+rain+moonless night makes everyone scared of rumbling bushes. He thinks its best to walk away and does so very fast, he hears footsteps and presumes that someone is following. He starts walking faster, but the footsteps are getting closer and closer.

He breaks into a run but the mysterious footsteps are still chasing him. He is panting heavily… His breath are short and difficult.. And then there is a bullet shot, which misses his ears by centimeters.. He gets even more wussier and runs faster.. Another bullet shot.. Again a miss.. Four more bullets fired.. Luckily all miss him.. He’s running for like an hour now, he is very tired, he doesn’t know when the next bullet will be fired and might kill him.. his whole life flashes before his eyes, his parents…his teachers(sic)..his friends..his first girlfriend..his second girlfriend..his third girlfriend..his first boyfriend(the one he  sees while moon-gazing).. he thinks about all good things in his life..he says in loudly in his mind- “Come on Rakesh, stop making me run, bloody just kill me instead. I’ve been running for hours!!!!”

And then there is bullet shot…dhishkiyon..and Joe is dead..

Who is Joe? No not our wussy guy, Joe is the guy who was chasing our guy. Actually a cop heard the 6 bullets that Joe fired on our guy. When Joe was refilling(Matrix II has totally taken away the flavour from the word ‘reload’) his revolver(not a pistol, it has 9 bullets) the cop fired at Joe and Joe died.

Moral of the story 1: The good guys never die, no matter how many bullets are fired at them. No matter how phattu they are they still manage to survive.

Moral of the story 2: Rakesh has made this blog where he can write such pathetically soul-sucking mind-numbing piece of shits like the one above.  He will be using this blog for torturing his readers(if there are any) to the ultimate path of lunacy. If you are tired of being a sane-minded happy human being and want to fuck up your life, then this blog is for you.

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