While Prince Charming Nomzy Pomzy might have a fetish for fulfilling girly chores for his lovely, I seem to be developing a fetish for talking about people whose nicknames end with â€˜zyâ€™. Like Firzy Pirzyâ€¦ any guesses on who this one isâ€¦ hmm hmm?
Okay so thereâ€™s no point in me gossiping about his love life as heâ€™s the editor of quack and he would chop my editorial into a million pieces on my explicitness. Besidesâ€¦ we all know that heâ€™s happily married off to two and has a psycho lover after him as well. And neither does he have a nail polish fetish! So then what else to talk about â€“ his breakfast routine?
I usually wake up to my moms breakfast call in the morning as Iâ€™m presented with a glass of tangy Tang and a distasteful jam sandwich which I have refused to eat from this day onwards. But it seems that our friend here has quite the break-FEAST! So yes I will be snooping into someoneâ€™s kitchen this time.
A glass of milk and some almonds have long been the simplest and most desirable desi means of sustenance throughout the day. The milk provides the strength to bear our mentors and the almonds the power to rote learn pages of non-stop trash. Frizy Prizy on the other hand takes a French start with a large bowl of greasy French fries. Okayâ€¦ now I envy you; Iâ€™d kill to have that early in the morning too!
Now now all you health freaks out there… heâ€™s not all that bad. As they sayâ€¦ â€˜an apple a day keeps the doctor awayâ€™, Frenchy Frizy also has an apple after that starchy and fatty treat. But thatâ€™s okayâ€¦ as long as heâ€™s getting the right nourishment. I guess itâ€™s his conscience which tells him to eat something healthy out of sheer guilt! By the way, which doctor are you trying to keep away? Is there something else we should know about?
The French fries and the apple I believe are an appetizer in Frizy Prizysâ€™ three course breakfeast meal. The main course consists of a chunky and cheesy club sandwich â€“ as if all that fat from the fried potatoes wasnâ€™t enough. And I thought I was a glutton â€“ I already want to throw up!
And lastly dessert â€“ a glass of meethi lassi!
Waitâ€¦ Iâ€™ll be back from the toiletâ€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦.