Current Affairs

Okay, i am not much of a current affairs guy.I do not enjoy writing about them and I have figured that there are enough morons in blogsphere to do that anyway. Most of them are stupid, droll and take themselves too seriously. They go on and on about some self righteous issue based garbage that no one reads except like minded thickos . They are football's equivalent to Liverpool. As much fun as watching shit dry on a stick.

Over the past week or so, the rags and the idiot box have been incessantly informing the world that an exceedingly dumb cricketer and an exceedingly busty tennis player from neighbouring 'enemy' countries are getting married. I called the man 'dumb' because he wanted to get married to some random chick in a photograph and that too at the ripe old age of 21. Dude, seriously ? 1950s got over a long time ago. Times have changed. Most people of the generation who believed that they were marrying a human being solely on the base of photographic evidence have long since left for their heavenly abode.

Anyway, After the initial announcement was made, the skeletons in the closet had something of a huge drinking session in broad daylight. Accusation and counter accusations flew around like a Tennis ball in a Wimbledon final of Pete Sampras and Andre Agassi and it all culminated with the 'Ex' (who weighs approximately 2 Tonnes) grabbing the bowler by his balls and with a grip so strong that it had the former Pakistan Skipper squealing like a little girl. The Tennis player with her ample bosom, fake accent and ever-growing love handles could only watch as her man conceded advantage and match point to who can best be described as the Queen Latifah of celebrity scandals. As Rio Ferdinand would say, He well and truly got Merk'd"

The press had a field day and maybe it was kinda fun to follow the whole case in the newspapers but In the words of a man much more 'awesome' than me,
"It was toilet bound paper."

P.S- Marry me Fatima Bhutto!
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