30 March 2007

Our Padma

A little bird has told us that all is not well in the Rushdie household. Padma Lakshmi, aka Mrs. Salman Rushdie, may have lost patience with her husband, postcolonial guru and self-orbiting intellectual. Even though Mr. Rushdie authored our human's favorite novel, Midnight's Children, our human is not beyond coveting the man's wife. We'll give him that: the Top Chef host, cookbook author, and super model is HOT HOT HOT. We apologize for the juvenile behavior--at times, it just cannot be contained. Silly humans.

And stay tuned... the human got inked! Yup, Narra is now art, body art to be exact. Picture forthcoming.

5 comments:

wally said...

Dudes, my ma is NOT a bird!

wally.

ps. I get first dibs on her cooking!

Buko, Jackson, and Narra said...

Dude, it's just a figure of speech--and we didn't want to implicate your mawma in spreading rumors! But, uh, yeah, when our new step-mawma comes, we'll invite you over. :)

BJN

wally said...

Ok, if it's just a figure of speech. Cuz she's not little either.

Mmmmm....dinner party!

wally.

ps. Is there something creepy about the fact that we are claiming property rights to a lady we've never met? Oh well!

Buko, Jackson, and Narra said...

Fake property rights is okay on imagination, isn't it? Although that does mean the dinner party is imaginary, too.. :(

BJN

wally said...

But it seemed so real in my dreams! The things she could do with watermelon...

wally.