Helloooooooo my coconut cookies! What’s up this Monday morning? Beating the blues and reds, I guess! Anyway, let me tell you that I’ve sent my silver-bearded Vijjy off to Antartica. You might be wondering why. Actually, he would crib all night that he couldn’t nibble on my earlobes peacefully because of the increasing temperatures. He can’t even do much with an airconditioner. So, I just put him on a jet to Antartica, pronto. I’m sure he can find a Penguin for company.
Meanwhile you guys can do with some gup and shup from Bollywood’s gallis. Here goes: My trusted Sherlock Holmes was surfing the social-microblogging website Twitter recently. He says that he found himself exchanging tweets and following seven-eight Katrina Kaifs. Hmm, I wonder what must have happened there. Either my Katty baby has too much time to have so many different profiles on one site (which is extremely unlikely because baby is busy with truck loads of acting and advertising assignments) or else it’s some other super concerned folks who’ve opened multiple accounts in her name.
Turns out that the latter is true. My Katty baby is not on Twitter. One of our close common friends says that she has no time to create a blog and keep writing, minute by minute about what she does in 24 hours, every day. My friend and I think that she’s too much of a private person to be on such a site. And she’s hyper busy to make time for such odd jobs.
Sherlock might just have to make do with the fake Katrina Kaif's on the site or else they might just get into his hair for getting up, close and friendly with me, coz they know, Sheroo is my trusted lieutanant!
{{/usCountry}}Sherlock might just have to make do with the fake Katrina Kaif's on the site or else they might just get into his hair for getting up, close and friendly with me, coz they know, Sheroo is my trusted lieutanant!
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