for smrutherz with much lowe... plizz not to be reading on if you're mellu or fond of them. remember i can say crap like this about pretty much any race/region/species/gender.
It's not that I don't like Mallus, or like I make a conscious decision not to interact with them. Let's face it, at the rate at which they multiply, it's not like I can go all my life without having to come in contact with atleast one! How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
Mellu men: S-l-u-t dude... their pickup lines are as slick as the (ick) coconut oil in their hair, and their personalities are just about as slippery. And, I mean, there's all this pretentiousness inbuilt in them, with like, their artsy films in which a hero will be reflected in the mirror of the heroine while she puts kaajal delicately in one eye, but all the while, you know he's just thinking which side to do her from.
Mellu women: Gawd, the incessant need to bond with each other! We all know you guys know Malayalam, but remember English? That language your state's famous for learning what with its 100% literacy rate and all? Nooo. And clothes - dude, I understand big boobage is in your innate geneology, but that doesn't mean you flaunt it with NO blouses and everything else in transparent white. Geez, leave SOMEthing to the imagination, o ye descendants of Shakeela!
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