Non-Sprout

The sweetest of human species and the sickest of human species come under the same category - girls for sure! I don't get it with these weird creatures, there's nothing human about them (the sick ones, I mean), they're goddamn parasites that sink they're teeth on the actually human female species and even manage to make it look good.

Plagues, leprosy, even AIDS may get eradicated by miraculous breakthroughs in science and medicine, but even a nuclear disaster can't rid this planet of those parasitic bitches. (all ye female dogs, no offence meant)

Yes, tis another session of 'bitch about my favorite bitchiest bitch (er... sorry I menat best) friend'.

This time, she played her cards so well, I didn't even know what hit me, how it hit me, when it hit me (yeah, but I do know why it hit me, its beacuse I'm a freaking soft hearted moron who falls for sad, stupid, fake stories and crocodile tears, and uselessly good at heart) but it hit me, and it hit me good!
I had begun to avoid her (successfully) but she needed me to get back on the scene (and into the guys' good books). So she acted her usual cheap lowlife self, and went and complained to one of the guys in the group, (who takes most of her nonsense like it were dew from heaven) about me avoiding her, and not telling her about group meetings abd stuff like that (group meetings sounds all flashy and fancy and all, but I don't wnt to make us sound like the complete lifeless losers that we are), and avoiding her calls, etc etc etc.

Now I remember telling her quite clearly, that I would give her a missed call when I left to meet our friends, and when I left, I gave her a missed call, and she even missed called back, (kinda acknowledged my missed call kinda thing) and we landed at the rendezvous point, an she was her usual sulky sympathy seeking leechy self, and it wasn't working in her favour (for a change).

So this guy comes and tells me all about it the next morning (today) and I be miss goodie two shoes and call her up n talk nice n sweetly to her, and make up etc etc. but I was mad as hell, as mad as 'Loony' without 'Toons', as mad as 'Dexter' without 'Lab', as mad as Chapell and Ganguly must be at each other.

So I have this real good guy friend in our group (no there isn't anything cooking between us) so I decided to tell him my side of the story, and he completely takes her side. He even goes ahead to compliment the way she dresses (she dresses like a s***, believe me, if she could show more than she already does, she would shamelessly). But what the heck, he's a guy, and the fewer the clothes, the more the popularity & sympathy & fame. He even went ahead and told me that she is only insecure, and thats why she behaves like that, (yeah, maybe she got clothophobia - or some unidentified allergy to morals - or maybe the black hole sucked up her conscience when she was born) and that I should help her with that. (poooh!)

Bottom line: She stole one of my best friends from me, she is gonna pay !

By the way...........
Morals of the story:
Wear fewer clothes to gain public sympathy.
Morals belong with the dodos and T-Rex.