7 Limited, 1 Unlimited

In an isolated hostel campus, when you don’t have any real options for food except a messy mess, a new option to eat, it is orgasm for stomach.

“Guys, a new eatery has opened by the barber’s shop today. We must go check it out.” As the sun was set to set, Bubba rushed in with matchless energy for his love for food was known to the whole group.

JP quickly stood up from his I-don’t-give-a-shit-to-the-world mode from the muddled bed for he was a partner in crime with Bubba when it came to being a foodie.

In no time, the eight of us, the gang mates, assembled at the gate to go and check out –read, attack- the new food joint. Continue reading “7 Limited, 1 Unlimited”

Jack and Jill # 16


Jack: You manage to spur a fight with me out of nothing. Great!

Jill: Oh! Now, I am the one who started it?!

Jack: Of course.

Jill: And that too out of nothing?

Jack: Of course. Who fights for sleeping on a particular side of the bed?

Jill: Why don’t you give it up if it is not a big deal?

Jack: I can’t. That is my side.

Jill: *shrugs*

Jack: Anyway, I am tired and sleepy. Good night.

Jill: Hunh! Tell me something new.

Jack: Where is my pillow and blanket?

Jill: *smirks*

Jack: Where is it?

Jill: In the hall. On the sofa.


Jack and Jill # 15


Jill: You needed a new towel, right?

Jack: Yes. Why?

Jill: I got you one.

Jack: Oh! What would I do without you, honey?

Jill: Ta-daaa!!! *exhibits like a salesgirl*

Jack: This one? For me? *frowns*

Jill: Yes. Nice, no? See how soft it is.

Jack: Yes, but…

Jill: But, what?

Jack: It is Pink!!!

Jill: I know!! I love pink. Isn’t it pretty? *lit up eyes*

Jack: It is. *conspires* But I want You to have this one.

Jill: Why?

Jack: *evil* Umm… because it is as pretty as you are.

Jill: Awww!!! Will you let me have this one? Really?

Jack: Sure. Any sacrifice for you, my love.

Jill: Thanks. *kisses* But what about yours?

Jack: Don’t worry. I will buy another. White one, may be?

Jill: No. No. I will get you a purple one.

Jack: *loser face*


Shit for Tat

Sam remote-beeped his car open while scrolling through his phone. Hearing the beep, a pretty dog – let’s call her She– peeped from underneath the car. As she saw Sam walking up to the car, she came out and waited near the driver’s door. Sam looked up from his phone to realize someone waiting with tilted head, pattering tail, drooling tongue and innocent twinkling eyes. Continue reading “Shit for Tat”

Jack and Jill # 13


Jill: I’m not going to the party tonight.

Jack: We must go. Or my boss would be mad. You know him.

Jill: I don’t care. Your corporate parties are big yawns.

Jack: We’ll go, pretend enjoying and leave in a bit.

Jill: Jack, No is spelled N and O.

Jack: Ok. Actually, not going would spare us from a lot even beyond tonight.

Jill: What do you mean?

Jack: This would even spare you from planning our Europe trip.

Jill: Hunh?! *panics* Why?

Jack: I am ditching the party that he is hosting.

Jill: So?

Jack: For the trip, I’m counting on the bonus that boss would sanction; or not.

Jill: Umm, what should I wear for the party tonight? Red or Black?


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