I got this via an anonymous email. But it seems incomplete. Maybe the dude will send me a second qist later, or maybe he wants the guppies to complete it themselves. Either way, here it is… enjoy 
The Grand Gupshup Annual Meeting
The second grand get-together of Guppies finally happened. The place was Rustom Khan Kabab House, and there were so many of us there, that he had to close the shop for all other customers.
Always punctual, the first to arrive were Muzna and Anokha. The waiters later told this scribe, that she was heard giving basic lessons on setting up the cutlery to the headwaiter. The poor soul kept nodding his head, having no clue as to why he should be setting up separate spoons for soup and dessert. Or place two forks for salad and main course. Anyway, that was all before the other Torontonians showed up.
Hayaa hitched a ride with Desi_Munda, thinking she was being clever. But she had not realized that Desi had asked confused to pick them up, and confused is driving STOCK cars these day (by the way, there is nothing “stock” about stock cars). Long story short, we have it on good authority that when this group arrived, hayaa was a bit disheveled, Desi had a dazed smile on his face and confused was … well, just confused.
Right about the same time, the first American group arrived. Pilot_25 had graciously allowed Amreekan guppies to hop into his Cessna, but at the last moment, he was held up by FBI. Apparently he had forgotten to take flight lessons on how to *land *the plane. He was last heard arguing, that flying the plane does not mean, he can only land it on an airstrip(!). We wish him all the best. So, in the end, we had to buy last minute tickets from Priceline, and only a few made it. **Azkar Choudhry, Fraudz and **NYAhmadi **got the first plane in. Pakistani Abroad didn’t buy a ticket, but just sweet-talked his way into the airplane by chatting up a cute airhostess.
Just as the guests were settling down, the Egyptian, Thap, arrived with the boisterous European brigade. Led by sabah, this group included the chatty Malik73 (wearing a green jacket and a hat with the words “Vote for Musharraf” written on top), Xtreme came wearing his signature green and white shorts (ok, you can call them chaddis) and **cat-women **holding proudly the South African flag in her graduation ensemble, complete with the funny hat.
Muzna, assumed the role of the hostess, and placed everyone on their assigned seatings (she assigned them right then) when Anchal and who—me, came in. They were dragging KAKA-ATOM-BUM behind them. Apparently KAKA didn’t want to come, as he had bragged so much about own biceps that it was impossible to meet up to all the expectations. He had dressed up in a loose baggy shirt just so he can hide his stick-like arms. We all forgave him. After all this is just net culture. Cyber world. All that crap.
The remaining guppies continued to join us through out. The purpose of the meeting was ill-defined, although there were rumors of continuing on the great tradition of kabab house, and ppl were found reminiscing about samoosas they had last time.
BoSS and queer dashed inside just then, with Abdullah_k following them on his bicycle. Out of nowhere, **ehsan **and Sentinel also made an entry, though to this day, it is unclear where they came from.
“Folks, lets get started. Its important that we organize ourselves, and place the order, first”, Muzna was trying to make some sense out of the madness.
“I propose a toast”… NYA started off by raising his glass of water.
Just then, Malik73, had an urgent need to use the rest room, and he dashed off.
“Lets toast for the good health and prosperity to all the jews all over the world”, NYA completed the sentence. Ghalib and Xtreme started off speaking at the same time, and the remaining toast was lost in a rumble of pandemonium. The whole riot was controlled, when sabah banged her hand on the table and Desi_Munda stood up (yes, guys, all he did was just to stand up, and there came an eerie silence in the room. Even the waiters were seen scrambling to hide in the corners). Just then, Malik returned from the loo, a bit red-faced. Apprently the kabab house management had placed old newspapers in some strategic places in the rest room, whereby Malik was forced to step on a picture of the dear beloved Queen to complete whatever he needed to do there.
“I say we get past the toast business, and lets order. We can all chat later on”, Muzna, ever the wise-one suggested.
Once the waiter had taken the orders, Pakistani_Abroad stood up and started off the proceedings by launching a complaint against Sentinel for removing his latest post from the forum. Sentinel responded by quoting from six different books of ahadith on the importance of learning and keeping away from Shaytaan. Azkar Choudhry noticed the changing colors on Pakistani Abroad’s face on the mention of ahadith and wisely suggested that PA should do well to post about something else. At this point Mursalin pointed out that all members should always use private messaging and email to contact forum moderators and the annual meeting should not be used for personal complaints.
At this point, a guy entered the kabab house. He seemed rather agitated. When the waiter asked his nick, he mumbled a few. None of them matched the database, but some of them were vaguely familiar. He first claimed to be showkot, then became showkat, then shawkot, then Saifxxx, then “That_K_Word”. Unfortunately, the kabab house management took offence on the “K” word and ordered him out. At which point he threw several pamphlets on the floor and shouted at the top of his lungs that all our problems will be solved once we had “K” established. He was kicked out and we restarted the proceedings.
“Lets give some beauty tips to the girls”, Anchal suggested.
Aapkiamaanat, intervened at this point and proceeded to give a lengthy sermon in the light of quran and sunnah on why women should not beautify themselves.
Sarah Splendor stood up. “Enough! Now I am a follower of great Bimbuko god of central african jungles and I refuse to listen to all this”.
“Beauty lies in the eyes of beholder” Roman tried to cajole aapkiamaanat, but NYAhmadi would have none of it.
“It is proven that the only beauty in this world belongs to those who live in New York”. NYAhmadi explained. AliBeta vigorously nodded his head, although it was later became clear that he was listening to Daur-e-Janoon, all this time through his walk-man.
To be continued…
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