The story so far:
It all started when i saw that girl, and decided to ask if she trusts me. But deep inside me my liver rotted unchecked. I knew the end was not very far, but i had to cook dinner for two. Persist with that question, and two became one. I slowly went paranoid and picked it up. As the smoke rose about my shredded body, i decided to run away from heavenly bong and kill random ladies and then bury them.
It rained last night and the ceiling leaked. A child was born and another followed it; still leaking? use durex. Children of the dune sing songs without tunes. They dont wear diapers but are foot tappers, and also chain snatchers. The children saw light and changed their minds; unto themselves they vowed not to growup anymore, until they were ready. So they sat together and thought about it. Immediately Rinky saw his point of view. So Rinky laughed out loud; and they killed rinky, the bastard child massacre. they now remember rinky unknown, unplanned and dead, and wonder what if if there aint ifs'n'buts, what tinkers would do to continue the story which is going nowhere and taking up space.
Took a dramatic turn which may be fun and exiciting to some, but boring for others. However, moving on, the story has new characers, unprettier than Jaan's avataar, which is rather funny and pretty horny too! With horns and tail, but with inner beauty and lust for love.
It was Rinku's ghost that was seen peeing beside the huge waterfall which sprouted from her hair. He looked yonder and spied the shocking scene with his lusty eyes and saw the woman's dream disappear into the dark pits of hell, and be redeemed by the tender kiss from the chapped lips of the donkey next door which was visibly interested in something more than what was actually visible. So she dressed provocatively to entice the donkey. But the donkey's owner wanted to join in and voiced his intentions, to which the girl agreed to so pervertedly. Seeing which, her neighbors prepared for the kiss-fest, which wud be followed by a lavish banquet

, that wud end in a concert featuring Marilyn Manson. Decided to have fun milking the male donkey in the night time listening to banshees scream, then eat the cream straight from the source; before it ran dry and a drought was declared and elections were announced.
In the North, there was a serial killing spree. The trail was peculiar: by an unknown ghost with the help of Dracula and Van Helsing and Rajanikanth as well, amply fincanced by Veerappan, who was shot dead...
The story continues:
...by the angry donkey...
"Consequences, shmonsequences! So long as I'm rich!" - Daffy Duck.