How I was Cockblocked from 230 km away.

Singha told me of a rather amusing event, and it's worth recording. Here we go.

So Singha is looking through his photos on his laptop in the lounge, and some girl who's a friend of a friend of his, and is also really hot (and appearantly, really stupid), asks if she can check her email. After doing so, she closes the window and sees Singha's recieved folder open, and the following picture catches her eye:



For those of you who don't know, that photo is of Todd (left) and Me (right) on Monte Carlo night, decked out in EDCOM formal wear.

The conversation goes like this from there:

"Wow! Who is that hottie?"
*Singha looks at her perplexed, as she points me out*
"That's my buddy Angus"
"Angus huh? I'd like to taste his beef"
"Too bad he has BSE"
"What's BSE?"
"If you don't know what that is... then there's no way he'd let you taste his beef"


Solid Gold.