Dory must have been feeding on these chocolates the last two nights for she came up with what she calls a a gynecologically proven (ahem) theory of how a slight bump seen on a woman's tummy around where her uterus sits to be indicative of her sexual activity. Yeah right! bumps?! I've got tyres man, and I've still not given away my flower!! With all of us on our perverted best, rolling on the floor laughing, people eyeing us with curiosity, disdain and amusement, we hoped we wouldn't be chucked out of the cafeteria like me and Dory were last friday. Oh come all ye morbid corporate poker-faced, shit-assed souls, lighten up! So we made plans to go out for the evening. Shoy was working late and Joey was meeting old friends, so the original trio- Me Sush and Dory drove over to the Indranagar 12th Main coffee Day. Memories came flooding by, but it dint pain me this time. Thus, fun cheesy conversations, wild career ideas and ways to entice venture capitalists to buy them remained unaffected. I gifted Dory a silk stole my rebirth poem and two hours later we called it a day. Three friends, three cars, three routes, one soul. It was a good feeling. We plan to take off for the weekend soon.
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