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A Small Kill-Bill Influenced conversation

One fine day, in Panjagutta, I am walking with Mons and generally cribbing about life. ( OK, themask07, whining, not cribbing.)

me: Cripes, I got to buy so many things. My bank balance is a mess. My Wish List is longer than ever. My waistline is increasing, so I even need to buy new clothes. This sucks. My bank account sucks. I suck. Everything sucks.

(Word to the wise: As you must have figured out already, I am no Quentin Tarantino. So my scriptwriting skills are repetitive, and they suck, too.

Second thought: No, not you. i said “the wise”, not “wiseguys”.

Third thought: I suck some more. )

Me ( continued): Like I was saying, everything sucks. And doubly so.

Mons (in her best Vernita-green impression) : Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck you, bitch.

Later, much later, when the cackles have died down to the extent that people stop staring at us, and the ache in my tummy settles down to a gentle bubbly feeling, I try to come up with a smart-alecky response.

Me: Youuuu say “fuck you bitch”, like weeeeeeee say fuck.you.beetch.

Mons: Splendid!

I cackled all the way home.

Current Kill Bill Count: 17 + 0.5 + 0.4.

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