RETURN OF FARTMAN!

Beware The Fat Indian Boy

Yesterday evening started out normal enough. I met up with 5 friends for a buffet in Tampines, which had a good spread but wasn't all that good. However, considering that we paid around 20 bucks each and totally pigged out, I guess the experience wasn't all that bad either.

After dinner we attempted to hone our skills at snooker, and then I left them to meet up with the Pungent and the Fat Indian Magician. It was a mind-blowing experience.

At first this Fat Indian Magician tried to lie by saying that he hadn't carried a pack of cards with him, since I've been pestering him to show us a trick for the longest time. I don't think I'll be pestering him anytime soon though. Ahh.. then came the point whereby we actually found a pack of cards. It was either a trick or his cards being burnt. Oh, and yes, I also put him on a guilt trip by saying that for one whole year I waited to get out just to see him perform me a trick. After much jousting, Fat Indian Magician finally gave in, obviously only cos he was willing to, and performed two card tricks for us. I think we've probably seen them before. They're not new tricks or anything, but somewhere along the same lines.

Fat Indian Magician went on to tell us about how he had increased his repertoire of tricks to include mind-fucking and hypnotism. And fuck with my mind he did. With Pungent and I holding hands (yah this sounds a bit wrong), he started rattling off about how I had to close my eyes now, take a deep breath and relax. Fat Indian Magician held me on the wrist, and asked me to count the number of times he touched me after letting go of my wrist. I counted twice. Unless Pungent's a complete liar, Fat Indian Magician didn't touch me at all. He in fact touched Pungent twice on the exact same spots.

This was mind-blowing enough, but then we realised that we really didn't know the Fat Indian Magician at all. If he wanted to, he had the power to take over the world! He had more power than Pinky and The Brain to do severe damage to his friends and those other less conspicuous people. Hence, people, beware the Fat Indian Boy. He's grown up into a weapon of MASS destruction.

Till next time, goodbye world.

posted by Da Buffalo! @ 1:59 PM