Cats in a Lift

Every time I'm in this darn com-room, BrafFkins ravages me about posting a post (that sounds weird)... So, this is my Unofficially Official blogpost.... Baby Sne (snigger), art thou happiest my love?
Yes so as Baby Sne thoroughly irritates me, I shall silently concoct methods of slooooow torture... OMG eeew, I sound so pompous (",)...

Any picture that you see on this blog was most likely taken by yours truly... Yes, I am Chief Photographer, Chief Editor, Chief Embarrasser... Basically, Chief of all pix cool, funky and totally don't-you-dare-post-that-thing-on-Facebook-Bharb!!! oh yes, point numero uno was meant to be, "Hi, my name is Zibu..." but then again, I mean, who does that.... B-O-R-I-N-G.... Yes, and Bharb happens to be well, me... umm...yah.. which is short fo Zibu of the Rhubarb..Yah, ummm.. I'm feeling kinda "awkward"... yeah... And that is totally totally seriously NOT weird....

Ah yessss.... Cats in the Lift... very ominous I might say... Think about it. You know when people say "I'll meet you in a dark alley"... Yah, now imagine someone saying to that you just because your nick happens to be Aristocat (yup, cat, not crat... Get the pun? crap?)...Yes but that in fact is not the main idea of this all... The main idea infact is... drumroll please.... Baby Sne and her friend, Indie (Cesc) had this HUGE ass fight... On paper... Anout soccer players... And not any soccer player, Iker Casillas in particular. oh yes, the funniest convo that I have ever read!!! Hehehe... So guys, in future, when this piece of paper is like lost, and you happen to have a fight about something that happened like almost a year ago, the evidence is clearly documented in a blog ( that you, mind you cannot delete)......

g2g...TBC..