In a bizarre story of irony, fate, and unrestrained sexual behaviour, a friend got ditched right after he got lucky with a Jewish lady for the night.
As the historians will recall for years to come (since this one is a keeper with all the elements of mockery and spice) my friend (let’s call him Mr Washington for lack of any better name), picked up a young Jewish lady during one of the parties and brought back home. After they had indulged in the act (or acts) of moral rout, the lady decided to go to the bathroom to freshen up. To her utter shock and apocalyptic discovery, there lied a copy of ‘Mein Kamf’. What happened next is only a matter of few seconds and quite predictable. The lady packed her bag and left immediately.
But what baffles me is not the fact that Mr Washington overlooked the fact that he had a copy of mein kamf lying around so openly while he had a Jewish guest at home. I’ve had occassions of local Pakistani community visitors visiting me with wine bottles on the kitchen counter. I’ve always managed to come up with the excuse that I’m collecting wine bottles for decoration and one day will be able to decide what is it exactly I’m trying to decorate here. But in Mr Washington’s case it’s the very fact that he had a copy of such material lying aound in the bathroom to begin with. It’s the bad taste in bathroom literature that’s disturbing. What kinda person would read Hitloer’s autobiography while taking a dump? I can’t even imagine. I mean I’m guilty myself of unsuitable bathroom reading that ranges from Ghalib to Maxim Gorky but this one really takes the dump!
Gott segnet Sie Roman. She might have left because of his little wiener and not because of Mein Kampf. Men always come up with excuses for women leaving their places. Such as, she left because she couldnt stand the pressure... Pressure of what?
Why the hell would I ask Roman for lunch? Look man, if I wanted to kill myself I would throw myself over the 1-95 overpass rather than die a slow death listening to his life stories.