Cupcake Cowboy

Indian matchmaking is quite funny. The bride's father checks the history of the groom, that's a normal thing. But I hadn't realised this level of background check when I thought of history checking. It's a movie where cupcakes play a starring role. The question here is "do I deserve to eat a cupcake?". You know stringent background check is the shit when the background check itself makes a person lose his individuality. We were talking cupcakes, are we. I wrote about cupcakes once and then sure enough, I had to eat them by the hands of my women. I think universities should launch diploma and degree courses in becoming eligible to eat pizzas, croissants and cupcakes, and yes, sandwiches from a specific outlet too. When I think of justice, I think of intent, but I suppose justice died with King Solomon and we don't really know whether he really was just or it is all religious propaganda. Were we talking Indian matchmaking, are they really matchmaking or are they eugenics experiments. A decade of experience in wading in shit and I think it's the latter. Never knew murder could be easy but then I had to see it. Murderers here started doing work from home long before the rest of the world started doing it, and anyway when murder is not heavy on the conscience, which it isn't at this level of existence, the mode of delivery doesn't really matter. It was like a hunt, like when you corner a boar (or a pig, whatever you prefer) and hunt it down. For what? Having an alias for roleplaying. It's funny that the dude was trying to honestly convince that it was roleplay. Unfortunately documentary channels can air episodes on shit like BDSM in Hindi, but individuals who need to watch them don't do it. I like young kids doing roleplay and cosplay on social media now though, they are daring to express themselves even if it is all anime shit which I'm not much acquainted with. So Thomas Anderson's Neo was not supposed to be the main character in this story at least, here it was Thomas Anderson who was the main character. Shit went crazy for no reason. Pussy is really expensive for some people and it turns out to be a extravaganza when they have no desire for pussy at all (neither dicks, if you are wondering.) This disparity and inequality in pussy prices needs to be settled by the Emperor. Shit has been mind-boggling and worst part is someone robbed me of the social credits that would have got me sweet smelling pussies, cupcakes, pizzas and of course croissants.