Brother (Pulling out a bar of Dettol from the drawer): Mujhey pata nahin Dettol hota kiska hai.
Me: Reckitt ka.
Brother: Chutiaye! I mean ghar mein kaun use karta hai!

The sadness that is the life of the Corporate Whore. Not only are you constantly racked by guilt for Corporate Treason, you can't stop thinking like a Whore even at home.

Yogi--of the non-picnic-basket-stealing variety--has been living at my place fo rthe last few days. Over the last month he's gone hom eonly to sleep and the last 3 days he hasn't even done that. The funniest thing though, as Mommy Dearest pointed out, is that most of my family would not recognize him if they saw him on the street. For a man who's been living in your house for a month, that'sa huge deal. All my mom knows of Yogi is that he's bald. But then that's about all you need to know about him!

He's on the other side of the Underpass now.