Blogging in the Rain - another joint post
After the overwhelming response they got from their beloved fans, Pan and TPF have decided to grace you all with another gem from your favourite teenage bloggers.
In the past few days they have been busy shopping.
Yes, that's right, folks. TPF has never been to India before and instead of sightseeing, she has been keeping herself busy by trying to buy away half the city. Pan, who on the other hand was born in Bombay, is buying the other half.
Today, Pan and TPF bought 12 pairs of earrings, not to mention a ring, for less than 6 Euros. The street vendor thought that he was ripping Pan and TPF off but in reality, what the poor street vendor doesn't know is that Pan and TPF were the ones who had the upper hand in the transaction. They're evil and they love it! [Also, they love exploiting cheap labour]
TPF ruined Pan's morning the other day because she randomly pretended to be sick. The reason for this is that she is an attention-seeking brat. To this day, the reasons for her random 'condition' remain one of the biggest mysteries of mankind. Suffice it to say that once Pan forcibly dragged her to a shopping mall, TPF immediately got better.
[This is all Pan's fabrication. TPF was truly feeling unwell.]
Well, we all know who just typed that out!
The monsoon has officially arrived in Bombay. This was testified to by the copious wading through ankle-deep water under a flimsy, Milanese and shared chatri* that Pan and TPF engaged in this evening.
This of course was nothing compared to the walking around barefoot in a damp-floored temple that TPF had to endure for the sake of cultural awareness. Yes, friends, our darling TPF was seen BAREFOOT in a damp, fungus-ridden public space. Behold the flying pigs.
Pan and TPF cooked. Together. It was ugly. It was bitter. It was war!
Enough said on that.
Throughout all this, Pan and TPF have fallen victim to the infamous leer. The characteristics of this leer include:
1) bared teeth
2) perverted sneer
3) traces of drool
4) dirty mumblings in Marathi
5) touching of private areas, including but not limited to 'the tool' or the 'the wand', as it is known in the wizarding world
Of course, Pan and TPF are hardly blameless in this situation, being the uber-hot chicks that they are. Also, TPF happens to be rather pale compared to the average Mumbaite, and Pan favours clothing that enhances her naturally prominent assets.
Wait till Eris joins them. She's bald, for God's sake.
So for now, TPF and Pan once again leave the blogosphere and hope that you will all survive for a couple of days without their riveting posts, although from the astounding amount of comments they have received on their last entry, it seems as if you shall all live.
*umbrella
In the past few days they have been busy shopping.
Yes, that's right, folks. TPF has never been to India before and instead of sightseeing, she has been keeping herself busy by trying to buy away half the city. Pan, who on the other hand was born in Bombay, is buying the other half.
Today, Pan and TPF bought 12 pairs of earrings, not to mention a ring, for less than 6 Euros. The street vendor thought that he was ripping Pan and TPF off but in reality, what the poor street vendor doesn't know is that Pan and TPF were the ones who had the upper hand in the transaction. They're evil and they love it! [Also, they love exploiting cheap labour]
TPF ruined Pan's morning the other day because she randomly pretended to be sick. The reason for this is that she is an attention-seeking brat. To this day, the reasons for her random 'condition' remain one of the biggest mysteries of mankind. Suffice it to say that once Pan forcibly dragged her to a shopping mall, TPF immediately got better.
[This is all Pan's fabrication. TPF was truly feeling unwell.]
Well, we all know who just typed that out!
The monsoon has officially arrived in Bombay. This was testified to by the copious wading through ankle-deep water under a flimsy, Milanese and shared chatri* that Pan and TPF engaged in this evening.
This of course was nothing compared to the walking around barefoot in a damp-floored temple that TPF had to endure for the sake of cultural awareness. Yes, friends, our darling TPF was seen BAREFOOT in a damp, fungus-ridden public space. Behold the flying pigs.
Pan and TPF cooked. Together. It was ugly. It was bitter. It was war!
Enough said on that.
Throughout all this, Pan and TPF have fallen victim to the infamous leer. The characteristics of this leer include:
1) bared teeth
2) perverted sneer
3) traces of drool
4) dirty mumblings in Marathi
5) touching of private areas, including but not limited to 'the tool' or the 'the wand', as it is known in the wizarding world
Of course, Pan and TPF are hardly blameless in this situation, being the uber-hot chicks that they are. Also, TPF happens to be rather pale compared to the average Mumbaite, and Pan favours clothing that enhances her naturally prominent assets.
Wait till Eris joins them. She's bald, for God's sake.
So for now, TPF and Pan once again leave the blogosphere and hope that you will all survive for a couple of days without their riveting posts, although from the astounding amount of comments they have received on their last entry, it seems as if you shall all live.
*umbrella
Labels: Bombay Blogging
posted by The Poodle's Friend at 5:55 PM
4 Comments:
NOT the FOOT thing again, is it? I'm so TIRED of the foot thing . . .
I am heartened to know that you are keeping the local perverts amused with your uber-assets. Perhaps you should purchase some clothing while you are there.
Are we going to have more photos of the back of TPF's head? Are we going to have a photo of the back of Pan's head? Or will they all be photos of signs and garbage bins, Pan's favorites?
FG is correct—the blogosphere is like the City of the Dead. I am one of them.
I'm going to leave a comment on Pan's blog so she doesn't feel neglected.
Eris is no longer bald and is the proud owner of half a cm of fuzz.
Look! I do read your blog. see?
Where have the terrible two-some gone? Are you girls taking a break like I was? Well I hope you hurry back soon!
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