Everybody hates the short guy.

Shamelessly stole this from Dominic Sansoni and cropped his name out. Oh come on, we’re a troll and we can’t expected to give a damn about your copyright fuss.

Anyhow, this is Indi, and we’re wondering why Nibras Jarabaraas Bawa thinks he’s us. Why is it that when shit hits the fan it’s the short guy who has to take the fall? So now is Jarabaraas going to send cops over to Indi’s house to have him arrested. At least that’s what he said he would do. And we know Indi’s got strings to pull to get himself out of trouble.

This is going to be fun.

Lame Londoner Drivel

We were breathing a sigh of relief when this pada said he was going to be AFK for a few days, and will be “Back soon, with tales of gay Paris, trains, London and sunny weather.” We were hoping soon meant at least a few days of peace, but alas, it is not to be. RD was rejected Gay Paris magazine, for which most of his posts are written for. And so we have to put up with this utter crap again. A frustrated RD wandering around the padasphere. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

In his latest pile of excrement, he laments about his inadequacy in the bedroom. He moans that as he gets older, he “These days I fumble with them”. Disguising such pent up frustrations in posts about ‘packages’ does not fool us, senile old man.

Maybe, with the world economy crumbling into the state of oblivion they all tell us it is, these big companies have decided to survive by cutting back on “tear off” bits.

No, there is no company that makes the act of copulation harder, so that your spawn cannot pollute the earth.

Honestly it’s becoming so bad that I can see why some chaps carry around a Swiss Army Knife.

No, viagra will not help you.

Grow old gracefully, RD ol’ chap.

Jarabaraas FAILS yet again

Dear Jarabaraas,

You and your international detective agency failed yet again. What proof do you have that we are Indi Samarajiva? You have none, which is why you cannot say anything concrete.

You were just starting to gain a reputation as a ruthless troll who would hunt people down. But now all that’s shot to bits. You couldn’t even trace little old me. So son, all your threats about having cops come over and all that are nothing but hot air.

What men I was shaking in my shoes wondering what Nibras Jarabaraas Bawa is going to do to me. I must admit it kept me up all night, considering how much you had boasted about your prowess! But WTF? A lameduck accusation that we’re Indi? Really WTF? That’s all you can do? No IP addresses? No photographs? No cops at my door?

Ponnaya. That’s what we call people like you over here. Ineffective, impotent and rather pointless. Run along now little boy, before the troll eats you up.