Sick, leave...

The Buffalo Soldier mooTed for "Survival of the Sickest" (well, at least the sick and the sicker...) last week (pretty much the whole of last month, actually), even as rogue elephants and insurance execs of various sizes threatened to pack him off on sick leave. (Will someone remind him of Newton's little red muse?). But the Buffalo Soldier chose to charm the world with his dazzling (presidential) smile, the Moon seemed to shine through him. (Can he scratch it? NO he Can't (?!) (well, at least not northern peninsular and turbaned(3) backs, not with uranium and plutonium rods...)) While the ex-housewife had a rather quiet week, her husband expanded his Global Initiative's focus to girls and women. [ ;) ] (among other things...) In a totally unrelated set of incidents, people world over continued to curse flying swines. Further East, all the Alpine shaded limelight was hogged by Little Man and Fat Boy. The former gave a whole new meaning to Achilles' Heels. As for the latter, if you're female and under 30, hold on to your clothes!! Further East, a famous shoe-thrower finally got to hear the chimes of freedom (wait a minute, or were they wedding bells?hundreds of them.... ?) The following three men also made themselves heard:

1. Daffy - "Vote is not spelled veto"

2. Maddy - "(expletives)235U92 + n ---> 236U92 ---> 144Ba56 + 89Kr36 + 3n + 177MeV ;) "

3. Mush - "(on hearing Order! Order! (or something to that effect...) in court...) God Bless America! "

Closer home, school children were saved from the trauma (!?) of examinations (?!) thanks to Piggy boy (and not swines...) (hasn't he watched The Butterfly Effect?). Piggy boy then decided to go on a diet for the sake of underp(erforming?)aid academic beaks. God's Own Cow jumped over the sea, on the little wings of a tweety bird (but Cattle class? Holy Cow!!). There's water on the Moon (no, no, not Buzz Aldrin's piss...). Mommy flushed the competition out of the Meadows, the Kangaroos leaped again (to the top) - the Kiwis are still flightless, Jennifer needed more than just her body to keep off the meatballs, someone got a big catapult for their 60th birthday... but the week clearly belonged to Little Man and Fat Boy...

ps: really is back for good....

No More Pug Marks...

After a quiet century, the Buffalo Soldier answered many a journo's recession hit prayer, and last week is dedicated to him. Starting off with an almost-aborted commencement at Notre Dame that elicited many a Catholic 'Tch' (pronounced sacrilege!!), he went on to battle the Quail-hunter on the issue of nasty foreign imports (not necessarily found in iraq, unlike weapons of mass destruction...). Can we possibly Git-mo(re)? Then a louder noise (something like 20 kilotons of KABOOM!!?) arose from behind Kim Jong il(l?)'s plutonium curtain (gotta move on with times... iron is outdated.Period.) Can the Buffalo Soldier moo any louder? Further East, somewhere very close to the Prime Meridien, even louder noises were heard, when nearly-pink-slipped tax payers realised the cost of a state-of-the art Home Theatre system. And a mortgage on a second house. And some uninsured (read 'worthless') old furniture. And some ear-buds (???). Clear equation: people taxed => Speaker axed. Next up: eU. By the way, Turbaned men(1) are resilient. You just can't Swat them, apparently. Head count: 35+. Watch out Rambo. The Emerald Isle always looked like a tear drop. Its official, that was a Tamil tear drop. On the bright side, Sariska has company... Where would you find 79 raving sycophants in one room? Take a wild guess.... (this line goes up the faker's @#$ ... coward!!) Drunken monkeys couldn't tame Chargers in the Bullring. Solid willow, on the other hand, could've stood a better chance. Many a veteran bit the Red dust, while come-back queens shouted their way through (louder than all sounds mentioned hitherto, of course...), but they're not renaming it Roland Gallows. Danny boy (still) hearts slumdogs. So did the corporation before the elections. Angels and Demons are richer by 270 odd mill. Ratty's not grinning any more... Talented Dreamers dreaming Dreams almost Boyled over, the myopic Eye sees 6/6 again, Atlantis prays to Zeus (little Johnny wants to play (with Kat???)),Royal snubs ruin D-Day? ... but the week clearly belonged to the Buffalo Soldier... until next time...

ps: feel free to vote... won't ruin your finger with ink here....

Come back, kid...

We're Back Folks!!!

The Buffalo soldier, having completed an unusually silent century, decided to raise the decibel level - he drone-d on and on about turbaned men(1), erstwhile Mush-land, tamed Tigers (talk about Government come-backs!!), (bee pee oh!! sorry... ;) ) mooooo... Anyway, the now employed former (white)house-wife seems to be enjoying this pax-amreicana - almost vacationed in Mexico, but the swine flew there apparently (no, not Lewinsky ;) ). It, in fact, seems to be flying everywhere these days...(this post was not written wearing a mask.) Also flying out was a group of ophthalmologists (mind the tiles, I tell you...) to fix up an old eye. Expected to fly out - Space Shuttle Endeavour (to, possibly, fix up above mentioned ophthalmologists). Also flying was an old balloon-man, along with the hopes of tired out Pixar animators at the Beach. Heard, incidentally, at the Beach - Peach!! (l'O-real(?) ambassadors on the red carpet...) (heard here - Inglorious Basterds!!) long live flying things... (news of batting springbox omitted as a tribute to a certain faker...) Closer home, number games left and right for the centre!! New strains of influenza - elephant flu, bicycle flu, lantern flu, hammer-sickle flu ... (lost count) emerged at power corridors in Delhi (i.e., 10 Janpath and (Modi GPS reading)) Danny boy found his next cast :) (at least they just sell themselves...) Grand old John-cows found royal yellows annoying, de-multiplexed stars chose to vote(!!!), 'stay away from Piggy!',(meoww), 'eena?-meena?-deeka?'-Zuma, (the Polie-Jitts are still ahead of material mommy!!) and First lady is #98 (no, not in the braille version...) ... But taking the cake last week was Ratty.... not everyone can grin away at the Wailing Wall... (I, btw, am on a diet... :) )... until next week...

ps: Can't seem to find my shoe.... ;)
pps: title does not refer to me