I am a typical Indian. I luv to comment.
On anything.
Like girls for instance. I comment. They are hot..they are cold..etcetc.
Sometimes i get slapped. But still I can't resist.
Cause I'm an Indian male.
Then again I comment. Wow...that dress . so awesome. Neckline should be lil more deeper...
Slap.
Then I comment again. ' That good for nothing man.
My brother in law.
Always sitting. Eating. Doing zero work.'
Thump.
My head has a new bump.
Wife's rolling pin.
Boss is Hitler.
I mention again.
The office chamcha leaked to him.
I now sit at home. With nothing to do.
Like my bro in law.
Sleeping from morning to night.
While she continues the fight.
One day I saw some babu on net.
Folk writing. Folk reading.
They commenting.
Now I take my place.
At the commentator's box.
Morning to evening.
Talking on each n everything.
Taking swipes..taking jibes..
I luv this commenting game.
Best part...nobody slaps me.
In fact I get credits.
For commenting.
I'm an eternal commentator.
I'm an indian male.
