He comes on TV screens and I give a standing ovation. Who says I don’t respect this old toothy hunk? As for the walking away part right after standing up. . . ermm well, he moves me literally *straight face* . Since this blog is highly apolitical, I beg the pardon of those who want to sue me for this blasphemy =P . Relax O’ country men! He can’t be my ideal or idol anyway, your mental well-being remains your personal matter though. While I am at it for the third time, previous ones being this and that, let me tell you that my physiology Head of the department is a Zardari too. As he also gives me creeps I conclude anybody can become a Z at any time. Mood swings and hormonal shoots are definitely conspicuous to you, how about zardariness then? If you keep that between just you and me then I can tell you that I get mild zardariness attacks too when I am home-sick and cranky. Once we locked up our warden’s house from outside and the next day pushed our friend towards a girl we don’t like in such a way that five girls were jolted in the end. Why did we do this? Because we were being zardarioid! Months ago we had our practical exam and we were confined in room from 8 a.m to 1 p.m without having nothing to pass time with, not even with books. Can you imagine? Since we did not have breakfast either we asked our teacher to give us a break. She yelled at us for being so childish and silly. The doctors in us diagnosed the very cause of her apathy instantly: Zardariness!
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Zardariness has no limits but my lameness does. I honestly know how lame it is to yank his highness in every cheesy joke I crack but my obsession with him is quite bizarre. My sister thinks I don’t have better things to blog about but what if its a more serious matter than that? What if I am developing a secret crush on him not knowing myself. :s *Yikes* since you neverrrrrr know!