Samit Sharma
Published October 2, 2015
Heil, Matey!!!
If your reply begins with Heil, Führer, I will melt into a puddle of self-content. Just don’t tell me I told you to say so. That doesn’t make sense, now does it? Well neither does halting the entire country because it’s the birthday of a glorified politician.
Boo! It’s October, which is internationally supposed to be spooky fun. In Mumbai, as of now, it actually is so spooky you wouldn’t wanna step out of your house any time of the day. You might explode because of excessive heat expansion. It’s 36 degrees, and it’s as humid as the devil’s armpit. Blimey.
So, if I have I’m going to pick any costume for Halloween, I’m gonna be a Champagne bottle, complete with a bucket of ice couch.
Also, I realized 28 weeks does not mean seven months. And now I realize I should stop counting weeks. It sounds ridiculous, like when prissy people state their kids ages in weeks. That’s stupid. Like I’m 858 weeks old today. (I didn’t do the math. Asked Siri). Also, all infants look the same, kinda like boiled potatoes. They’re nothing to be excited about. Pets are something to be excited about. That was an unexpected chain of opinions. I should just stick to #x to number emails. Hey, I think I practically used Algebra for the first time in my life today. But it still is absolutely worthless.
Quantico, begins tomorrow night at 9, same time as The Big Bang Theory. Let’s see how this works out. The email blast is also a concise TV Guide. Almost too concise, unlike like my emails.
‘Tis, mate was the weekly email blast, email 28. Happy October!!!
All Things Sam 