liz-kill...

what would you do if a speedy lizard entered your jean from the poincha and wriggled its way up your left leg?
people tell me 'a lizard fell on me'... 'poor soul' i say...
'i accidentally touched one'... 'you should seek counseling' i tell them...
but never, have i ever, been told... it crawled up my pants and decided to make merry!!!
now folks i kid you not when i tell you, today, on the 19th of September, year of the lord 2005 AD, a lizard crawled up my pants and decided to make merry!!!
what did i do? well its not there anymore!! im bloggin arent i?!? but rest assured, as Saed and Areeb will surely testify, i acted calmly and with the utmost composure handled the situation, I swung my foot as if kicking a football which resulted in a aerial chipkalee exiting my pants...
followed by an applause!!
only one thing,
i looked down to make sure alls well and, nestled smugly, between my shoe and my sock (the place where they leave an arc for the ankle) is its tail!!

so to sum up:
today there was a lizard in my pants, and it left its tail in my shoe.
thankyou, you've been a wonderful audience...
*bang!*
*dead*

legal tender

i bailed.
but i didnt go far.
for the nutmeg is my mistress and the supernova is my wife. i shall return.
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