The bullet hit him on the head. The spurt of the blood threw him around and around. Slower…The bullet goes rips through his skull. Heat burning away skin, the powdered bone going through the brain, inside, the bullet goes in, ripping apart millions of neurons. As it careened through, the blood started pouring into the brain.
Head Shot!
Well, does this mean I have to select among married WASPs in America to get a better success rate?
*Giggity* *Giggity*
But I love ya…anyway 
Why don’t ya stay? 
There is a meme that is floating around which posters in the cesspools of the internet (/b/, fark etc) frequently mention whenever a retard does something awesome.
The meme in question arose due to a question asked by a certain user in Yahoo Answers:
The meme led rise to a series of very creative answers on the question of babby and its formation. Today, I just realized the poster was our own home grown “kavya” probably sitting in some house in Mambalam or Mylapore typing away this priceless question.
Here starts my rant on the typical south indian girl: South Indians are assumed to be good in English (Atleast by the rest of India). However, I have found that apart from writing pages and pages in English answer papers on “India is my country” or some other shit, these girls are retards who write as if they have the cognitive capabilities of a crow.
Take some choice examples:
Hi! wt r u do?
Honey, if I am doing something. Its not what. Its who? Anyway, child, go fug yourself, its none of your beeswax.
will u cum in bus 2day?
Well, we are getting a bit too friendly here aren’t we? Where I “cum” is strictly between my partner and me. So STFU.
Its not that adolescent girls are not retards:
However, we are not talking about adolescent girls here. We are talking about girls who are supposed to be doing Engineering (A course that depends on strong Math, logic and language skills).
Recently, I read an article about some suicidal cock sucker in China who held up traffic for five hours. He was apparently contemplating suicide on top of a bridge when all of a sudden some other dude comes up and pushes him off.
I sympathize wholeheartedly with the sentiments of the pusher who said that he felt that the person who committed suicide was selfish and stuck up. This made me wonder whether most people who commit suicide are indeed selfish.
Before I expand more on that, let us examine the word “Selfish”. As a supporter of the Ayn Rand philosophy of individualism, I believe that one was put on the earth to be subservient to one’s needs and interests and every one else can go fuck themselves. An important caveat in this philosophy that I have instituted is the concept of honour: Owe no one no favours. You breed: You are responsible for your offspring. You don’t fuck around until the creatures can take care of themselves. You are bred and some one else does shit for you. You pay back your debts.
Coming from this school of thought, let us look at the concept of selfishness when it comes to suicide. The chinese fellah was selfish not because he was ready to commit suicide (Debts that he might be ready to leave behind in terms of offspring, dependants, money debts are not available to us), but because he was a fucking poser. There are far more simpler ways to commit suicide including slashing your own wrists and painless garden variants like intelligently ingesting medication. (I never could understand why cunts especially in Tam Nadu had this fascination with ingesting Acid to commit suicide: Fucking lame ass people, if you ask me. )
Suicide in general is something that I support wholeheartedly. Heck I support it even more than I support homosexuals and religious people. (The former reduce competition and the latter are just awesome fun.) You wanna die, go die. Don’t expect sympathy from me of any kind as long as you do it quietly. I remember reading a book when I was a kid. It recounted the story of a father who neatly arranged towels around his neck (so as to minimize blood impact) before blowing his head off. That was neat! Above all, don’t fucking whine. Go do it.
I want to go on twitter but I am worried that I will get hooked. My life has become a collection of one liners. It goes on…
You know you are getting older when you start getting the hots for Stacy rather than Stacy’s mom. 
BEP
NOTE: *** Contains Spoilers *** Watch the fucking movie before reading this post.
This is the first movie which I feel does not really do justice to the concept that it is based on. Let me explain what I mean: Over the past few months, I have come to believe that every human being within himself has a certain inner desire, the satisfaction of which propels him. Doing it brings him an amazing calm. It may even bring him a mixture of pain and pleasure. This is not exactly the religious precept that God gives everyone a “purpose”.
Not every human being tries to do or even knows the deep purpose for which they exist. Maybe, because they are not blessed with having the choice or maybe because they willfully don’t do the right thing. They make excuses for themselves saying that they will do it one day. Some live their life just fine, happily getting married, breeding, working. Others live their life haunted, miserable as to whether what they are doing is right, worrying about what they should be doing, what they could be doing.
How does all this relate to the movie? Why, it shows a beautiful way to deal with one’s problems. Tim Smith kills seven people. He is wracked with guilt, his perfect little world that he has worked so hard for has become meaningless. Most people in this scenario would either a) Continue to live life, maybe help 700 or 700000 people. b) Not be wracked with guild. or c) Commit Suicide. Tim Smith deals with it in a way that is to me most mathematically symmetrical. He wants to die and he wants to help people, so he kills himself in a way so as to help seven people live marginally better lives. Personally, I believe that suicide is a personal choice. I also believe that most who do it are fucking cowards. It should be done only by those who can look themselves in the eye and say that I have cleared the tab can go die now in peace. I didn’t think that was possible in real life until I came across this storyline.
POST SCRIPTUM: The concept is not really original though. There are many who suddenly decide to satisfy some perceived debt by actions that lead to their debt. But no where have I seen this concept as beautifully presented as in this storyline.
POST POST SCRIPTUM: The movie could have been modified and made so much better…Oh well…Life…Fuck It..:-)
I heard of this amazing concept when I saw the movie. Since, it seems like a nice thing to do ( I am not getting any fucking younger), let me start.
1. Get stinking drunk
2. Teach some kids in a school.
3. Go bungee jumping.
4. Parasailing in the Grand Canyon.
5. Go Home.
6. Make a lot of money.
7. Lose all of it gambling.
8. Be a Man
9. Get Married in Las Vegas.
10. Get Divorced going around the fire seven times in the opposite direction.
11. Learn to love.
12. Learn to hate.
13. Learn the Guitar.
14. Eat Crocodile.
15. Learn to Shoot.
P.S: John Mayer and Bucket List 
I find it extremely irritating when I find that the blog cannot be an exercise in self-congratulatory narcisstic masturbation. Why? Because I am not competent enough to live with the fact that there might actually be folks who read this blog. Some arbit female said that one of the posts in this blog “was very well written and descriptive”. After glowing in the adulation, I feel uncertain whether to modify the random thoughts that come to my mind into something coherent or just continue to be as I am.
Curse You! Folks!
