The pair of three.
Alarm set at 5 am sharp.
Wake up at 8 with a dirty burp.
Yawning like a monkey, scratching their heads.
Planning for the pizza, end up with the boiled eggs.
Now time to take bath, every possible force is applied to let the left toothpaste out.
Ready at 12, to take their girlfriends out. But shit, the empty pockets shouting loud!!
Girlfriend left! Now time to sing sad songs.
Bottle in their hands, and tears in eyes, planning to become an ascetic like monks.
Now No one left to clean their house. The three cried.
A new girl come, sympathetic towards them. Smile on their face like India gave six thrice.
Sad converted to romance, violins in their head, like nothing happened yet.
Its 10 at clock.
With the light of hope, they are back to home.
Party at 11, not because of house, but the three got a bhabhi cum gf.
All the three are hanged now, slept at 3 with the dreams of halfgf.
Wake up at same time with the same dirty burp, reading “I hate you” at 8:01
Their rid bone turns straight as the lemon do with hangovers.