I was at a gasstation earlier and Mohammed Rajesh asked me if I was Indian because I have a purse with an indian god...ganash i think...It's an elephant...I like elephants. But I willl NOT tell you why. That has got to be made clear. I will never tell you why I like elephants...
so back to my story... Look to the left, That's me. Oh yeah. Ip ip allah allah, I'm SO the face of India. So of course I told him that I was in fact born and raised in india and I have just recently immigrated from bangledesh.
I went on and on about how I just can't seem to get curry like back home.... And I get homesick for huge production musicals. He asked what I was doing in "the states" ....I said I was working with a company doing a bid on bringing rickshaws to chicago...I think a rickshaw is that carriage where people sit in and someone runs along pulling them like a horse...Anyways I called it a rickshaw ans I told him our tag line was RickChicaGO!......That's a trademark if ever there was one...
I don't know why I fuck with people like that...poor guy started telll me his boss would love the idea and he might be an investor....so of course I got his number.... Mr. Sanji Patel. The guy in line in back of me said either you're psychotic or you're the best actress in the world....I told him that I knew he's say that and that his name was Bill ....because he is right and I am a god gifted psychotic.....He was amazed by my powers. Stunned.
Actually I had seen his name tag on his mechanics shirt when we were both pickin out gatorades. Fuckin Moron. I'm glad it's been a lifes rule not to ever trust any man who drinks pink gatorade.
Anyways I started waving my purse in front of Mohammed and Told him that Ganash had told me to let him know that I should get my fierce grape gatorade at a deep discount. Wink Wink. Mo laughed....I said ok, you're the one who'lll feell the wrath of Ganash.....I knew I was pushing it a tath point so I paid for my drink and stole some big red (Ganash told me to).
That was kinda something funnny that happened today. So there you go. I thought I'd share.....
so back to my story... Look to the left, That's me. Oh yeah. Ip ip allah allah, I'm SO the face of India. So of course I told him that I was in fact born and raised in india and I have just recently immigrated from bangledesh.
I went on and on about how I just can't seem to get curry like back home.... And I get homesick for huge production musicals. He asked what I was doing in "the states" ....I said I was working with a company doing a bid on bringing rickshaws to chicago...I think a rickshaw is that carriage where people sit in and someone runs along pulling them like a horse...Anyways I called it a rickshaw ans I told him our tag line was RickChicaGO!......That's a trademark if ever there was one...
I don't know why I fuck with people like that...poor guy started telll me his boss would love the idea and he might be an investor....so of course I got his number.... Mr. Sanji Patel. The guy in line in back of me said either you're psychotic or you're the best actress in the world....I told him that I knew he's say that and that his name was Bill ....because he is right and I am a god gifted psychotic.....He was amazed by my powers. Stunned.
Actually I had seen his name tag on his mechanics shirt when we were both pickin out gatorades. Fuckin Moron. I'm glad it's been a lifes rule not to ever trust any man who drinks pink gatorade.
Anyways I started waving my purse in front of Mohammed and Told him that Ganash had told me to let him know that I should get my fierce grape gatorade at a deep discount. Wink Wink. Mo laughed....I said ok, you're the one who'lll feell the wrath of Ganash.....I knew I was pushing it a tath point so I paid for my drink and stole some big red (Ganash told me to).
That was kinda something funnny that happened today. So there you go. I thought I'd share.....
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