A friend : Dude, Hasith got crabs man... shit !... the fucker got crabs !
Me : So?
A friend : yakooo... crabs maan.. the STD you nutfuck !
Me : Oh !.. so ?
A friend : So ?? So?? what the heck you mean SO???...
Me : eerrrr... well... so he has it ! .. what the heck you want me to do about it.. and how the FUCK did you get to know about it?
A friend : Machang, he told me.. he told me that he got crabs in his "pubics" and it has got to his shirt and he's going to try and wash it off
Me : WTF ? .... wait... hold on... to wash it off ?
A friend : yeah.. man... imagine that.. now I am not going to the wash room anymore man !.. shit.. shit shit !.. these fuckers.. they fuck whore and get STD's and spread it around us as well...
Me: Bro.. there's a saying in "Buddhism" that "Kiyanna kesey kiwaath, asanna sihi budhdiyen asiya yuthui" (no matter what another say, the listener has to listen with some brains over the matter) ... you sure that he said something like that ? .. cause I don't think you can wash crabs away... lolzzzz
Right then............ like god sent... the man in question popped in with a wet shirt below his navel.
Me : Why the shirt wet bro?
Hasith : Ah, machang... Amma packed some Crabs for lunch machang.. Ate it a bit privately cause you can't munch those damn things in "PUBLIC"... and spilled a little on the shirt.. so washed off.
Me : (turning to my friend) do you want me to throw something heavy and metalic at you first... or would you apologize to this guy here and get on with what ever the fuck you were doing before came to me with bullshit gozzip.. asshole !
There you go.. another fine example of
1. My office is filled with fucking idiots
2. Listen with brains rather than ears... sometimes the most simplest things can be blown sky high by fucking morons.
3. Ask you mum never to pack Crabs