This is dedicated to my visit back home when dad forced me to meet all the relatives I know and don't cos that's what good children do.
I had lunch at the first, icecream and the next, sharbat at the third and when I was about to puke, the fourth host announced I was to have pulao or he would be offended.
With lots of resilience, I landed home, clean underweared, and Dad informed me my grandfather and his ancestors has copulated enough to give me more filling than a taxidermist could feel elated about.
This is for you, my relatives with too much food.
Four houses- one noon.
All of them served heavy food.
'Nother six to go.
Monday, February 26, 2007
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