A few words about a Hen-man that I know from college (not the worthless British tennis player). I'm talking about The Gallus gallus domesticus. El pollo del infierno. What can I say about The chichen from hell? Having listened to his gutar 'not so gently' weep, through 4 years of college, I have to say that he was getting really good at it. He could learn a Kirk Hammet lead in 10 seconds, which meant that he always had the potential to be a popular dude among the girls. But he could also eat a whole Shanti Sagar Masale dosa in 10 seconds, which meant that the radius of curvature of some of his body parts could only be measured with the help of the latest wave in mathematics, called Murgomathics. He has always been a best buddy, although he sometimes lends a deaf ear when you want him to listen, but thats only because his ear is partially deaf with all the loud and harsh music blasting his ear drums.
He is very much a mama's boy. His mom used to keep him in control all the time. All she had to say was "Bad Tinku, no donut for you!".
Peace.
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