My Grandfather Puru, is a pure bred mallu and thinks many things are ‘abselutely funtaastic’.
He refused to let an electrician wire his house so he has the fan switch behind a cabinet, then has a hole cut through the wood so you can turn it on. None of his plug points have switches so everything shorts or catches on fire, but he did an amazing job, he insists.
It was an epiphany when I realized that my mother’s neurotic shit must be genetic and not just menopause hormones.
Mutti threw us out of the house on Xmas eve in preparation for the party of old fogies coming over that evening. (7:30 drinks, 9:00 dinner, bed by 11:00 what a night), so Vati (that’s Puru) took us here for lunch.
aha ha ha ha ha ha
Chicken Chople Stick
giggle tee hee
And this is truly ironic. The cherry on the typo sundae. Its all at Leo’s A/C [A/C to off it, if you would preferred thanks you]
HO HO HO (what with it being Xmas and all)
Aaaaaah… I’m all tee-hee-ed out now.
Isn’t it wonderfully coincidental how Leo, the Queen of anal retentive spelling should have a namesake food joint with so many typos? [and a friend who can barely spell to report it?]
Is it the future of the writing of Leo M? The rise was quite good though.
As my mallu grandfather would say
“All the parameters were completely funtaastic!”