Wanted a Bike Driver

Required a Driver for my Karizma ZMR

Eligibility:

If Boy
2 Wheeler Driving License
Minimum 3 years experience on bikes
Minimum 1 year experience on Karizma or Pulsor bikes

If Girl
Beautiful
In shape
No experience required
No license required
Preferably single
I will myself learn to ride, for her

Girls are Safer with Me

What’s wrong in trying on or chasing a beautiful girl?
If I won’t, someone else will. So, why shouldn’t I?
Being with me is actually good for girls too.
Every girl, I am with, are safe with me from other boys.
All the boys who like the girls, I am seen with, stop chasing them as long as I am there with them.
After we broke up, the girls are back in demand.
I come in girls' life to boost their confidence and once they become confident, they become confident enough to dump me.

Language me kya rakha hai, Bhavnao ko samjho

I was so fucking happy till 18th April 2009. I fucked myself up on fucking 19th the fucking Sunday. I became so fucking retard that I fucked my fucking friends for next fucking 4-5 weeks. During that fucking period, it fucking happened that I fucking got a fucking opportunity to fucking rectify the fucking blunder that fucking happened that fucking Sunday and also I fucking looked the fucking best that fucking day. But that fucking opportunity fucking turned into another fucking blunder which fucking made it fucking worse which is fucking still not fucking repaired. Then next fucking 3-4 weeks I fucked myself up in getting my fucking friends back to fucking normal with me. I fucking am still fucking trying to fucking restore my fucking friendships back. And I can fucking say that my fucking friends fucking know me so fucking well and fucking like me so much that they have fucking forgiven me, except one, no two, fuck three, fuck four, what the fuck. On fucking 6th July, I joined my fucking company fucking OnMobile fucking Global fucking Limited which is fucking paying us so fucking limited. I fucking tried to stop fucking around with every fucking person I fucking meet. But some fucking way or other I fuck up with every fucking person, especially when a fucking girl and that too fucking beautiful. I am still fucking struggling to fucking achieve any fucking things in my whole fucking life. These fucking failures of mine keep fucking drilling me every fucking day. Every fucking night, my fucked up mind fucking reminds me of every fucking blunder I fucking committed in my fucking life and that fucking Sunday, I fucking did the biggest fucking blunder a fucker like me can fucking do. That fucking Sunday had ruined my fucking life till this fucking date. That fucking day was the fucking death day of all my fucking happiness. And today, the fucking 19th April 2010, the fucking anniversary of the death, I am so fucking depressed and so fucking regretful about all my fucking blunders and can’t fucking do any fucking thing about it.

Blunders

Always I believed that I will do wonders and wonders
I wonder what happened I did blunders and blunders
It seems disasters and I always go hand in hand
Every happening get twisted by magic wand
I know someday even my time will come
Only I will speak and all others will be mum